CHAPTER 9 Will You Be My Queen?

  Travis' POV

  "Will you be my Queen?"

  "I- I- I don't know'' Alyssa responded, and I couldn't help but find her flustered state incredibly endearing "We barely know each other, how can we get married? I'm not sure I'm ready for the sort of commitment with you,"

  I winced as she picked up the wine glass, her fingers trembling as she took it to her mouth. I knew the white tablecloth was a bad idea, the stain would be impossible to remove.

  'She's cute isn't she,' Clayton said in my mind 'Can we keep her?'

  'This is purely professional,' I said firmly 'I don't know about you, but I have zero plans on falling for this girl. It's just business,'

  'Uh huh,' Clayton said 'I live inside your mind, I've heard your thoughts about Alyssa. You naughty boy,'

  'Hush will you!' I snapped at Clayton 'Go away, I'm busy,'