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Goaded
I blinked at him in horror before I looked down again, noticing that my dark nipples were clearly obvious under the flimsy white garment.
“Don’t worry.” He laughed. “Nothing there to see, Baby Girl.”
He leaned back to close the door but I slapped it and pushed through the crack.
“Don’t do that!”
“What?” He took a step back. Lifting his hands.
“Stop always taunting me.”
“I don’t always taunt you.” He began strolling back toward his bed.
I was on his heels. “More often than not!”
He shrugged. “Archer is just as bad as me but you’re fawning all over him.”
“Archer is kind to me to. He brings me berries and sometimes holds my hand.”
“Oh, impressive.” He rounded to mutter down at me. “He’s clearly a seducer of maids...”
Goading me so far, that even my hair felt like it was on fire. My skin burning in furious rage. I curled my hands into fists that itched to strike him.
“He’s not s
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