A Prince

Sylvia cleared her throat in an attempt to calm her excited nerve.

Although she struggled to get him to release her, his tight hold on her left Sylvia helpless and prompted her to voice out, “First, let go of me.”

Blake’s eyes fell on her reddening ears. He extended his hand and rubbed the tip of her ear. This immediately made Sylvia shudder and jump away from him. At least this time he didn’t hold on to her. She held her ear where his touch still lingered before raising her head and glaring at him.

This only made him chuckle.

“Looking at me like this,” he commented, “it is as though you are begging to be kissed by me.”

Sylvia choked up. She took a step back. Although she was well aware of how the man merely used those words to tease her, her interactions with the male species when it came to flirting had been scarce. Moreover, Blake was on another level attractive.

“This is sexual harassment,” Sylvia pointed out, “unwanted contact, those words, and that lecherous gaze of yours.”

“Oh,