I sit on the bed while my Duke changes clothes on his own. He didn't need me for help, but I've already figured that out.
When he's ready, he turns to me and waits for me to reach him.
He offers me his arm, and I accept it even though I'm somewhat annoyed by his behaviour. He just wanted me, and he dragged me in here like an object! And he decided to let me go only after a shameless promise like the one I was forced to pronounce.
«Wait,» he mutters while remembering something.
«What?» I ask coldly.
He bows over and pecks my lips in an innocent kiss.
I stare at him, trying to figure out if he's at it again, but he straightens his back immediately and returns to look at the door.
«Let's go,» he states, and we get out again.
This time, the waiting room is almost empty. The only person in here is the nanny, still knitting who knows what.
