CAELLUM’S POV
I shut my eyes, trying to control the fire in my body.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, slowly opening my eyes.
Naledi stood a few metres from me, affected by the hot moment we shared and doing a poor job hiding it.
“I said we need to strike a deal.” She cleared her throat, and her tone was firm. “If I am to stay in this darned place, then we need to negotiate the terms.”
There goes my boner.
I put some space between us and found my way back to my seat. The table was a mess, with some of the meals poured as a result of our little action.
“I already told you,” My eyes found her own. “You do not have a choice in this matter.” I felt the burn of her gaze before I saw it. “However, since you brought it up, you might as well come out with it.”
Naledi returned to her seat. Clad in her black bra. My lips curved to a sweet smile when I noticed her discomfort, or perhaps, shyness?