Kamala's POV
The walk to the kitchen was far from calm. When I told Alister that I would head down for his food, I completely forgot about what happened the last time I set my foot inside the kitchen. It wasn't my fault. In that moment, I needed to get out of the conference room. The memory itself was humiliating enough!
Was that supposed to be him teasing me? Oh god. I can't even imagine what that must have looked like to the people around me. I was trying my best to suppress a moan which must have made my face expression look
Shit, I don't even want to picture it.
My thought encircled my mind and the next thing I knew, I was in front of the main kitchen doors. Serving maids were slowly leaving and entering, not even sparing a glance at anyone who would walk through.