The Maid and Her Lady Knight Part 7
“Emily you can go and change. I expect you and the car to be ready in 90 minutes sharp. Nigel same for you...and good choices.” He smiled and wished me a good night before both were leaving the room.
“I know what you wanted to say earlier. It is no big deal and I don't want you to feel in debt. If you are not feeling well you should be able to tell me.”
Miranda looked really honest and it felt as if it was something special for Miranda to do. To be so honest with someone she only just met.
“Miranda I am sorry for not telling the truth. I will do better in the future and to prove my regrets I could cook for you tomorrow.. since this suite has a little kitchen I could use this.. just if you like.”
“We make a challenge. I will choose the ingredients and go grocery shopping and you will not know what.”
Her smirk was so evilly sexy and I had the feeling she liked teasing me a lot and now discovered her passion for it. Today she still likes doing it a lot and always tries to set little traps.
“Deal...and now I will go to bed because yes I feel like collapsing again.”
I was cuddled into the pillows, almost asleep before I heard a soft knock on the door.
“Mmmyes?”
Miranda slipped in slowly and through a little gap in the curtains she was wrapped up in some moonlight.
The color of the dress flattered her even more than I had thought and I wanted to sigh in awe.
“My number.” She held up a little piece of paper and walked carefully over to the nightstand, where she placed it. “Do not hesitate to call if you feel worse.”
“You look amazing” My heart had always been on my tongue so there was no way not to say what I was thinking. “I mean of course you do but really stunning. You are glowing in a good way.”
While I was speaking her face showed different emotions that contained everything between disbelief and happiness.
“Well, sleep now. You are obviously drunk by the medication.”
I felt a little disappointed about her reaction and watched her walking over to the door to have her come back in long strides and feel her kissing my cheek.
As fast as this happened she was out and the sound of the main door closing could be heard.
So Miranda wasn't good at a vocal thank you? I could live with that if the outcome were a kiss..even only on the cheek.
“I know what you wanted to say earlier. It is no big deal and I don't want you to feel in debt. If you are not feeling well you should be able to tell me.”
Miranda looked really honest and it felt as if it was something special for Miranda to do. To be so honest with someone she only just met.
“Miranda I am sorry for not telling the truth. I will do better in the future and to prove my regrets I could cook for you tomorrow.. since this suite has a little kitchen I could use this.. just if you like.”
“We make a challenge. I will choose the ingredients and go grocery shopping and you will not know what.”
Her smirk was so evilly sexy and I had the feeling she liked teasing me a lot and now discovered her passion for it. Today she still likes doing it a lot and always tries to set little traps.
“Deal...and now I will go to bed because yes I feel like collapsing again.”
I was cuddled into the pillows, almost asleep before I heard a soft knock on the door.
“Mmmyes?”
Miranda slipped in slowly and through a little gap in the curtains she was wrapped up in some moonlight.
The color of the dress flattered her even more than I had thought and I wanted to sigh in awe.
“My number.” She held up a little piece of paper and walked carefully over to the nightstand, where she placed it. “Do not hesitate to call if you feel worse.”
“You look amazing” My heart had always been on my tongue so there was no way not to say what I was thinking. “I mean of course you do but really stunning. You are glowing in a good way.”
While I was speaking her face showed different emotions that contained everything between disbelief and happiness.
“Well, sleep now. You are obviously drunk by the medication.”
I felt a little disappointed about her reaction and watched her walking over to the door to have her come back in long strides and feel her kissing my cheek.
As fast as this happened she was out and the sound of the main door closing could be heard.
So Miranda wasn't good at a vocal thank you? I could live with that if the outcome were a kiss..even only on the cheek.