“You…” Crow struggled to formulate a sentence as Genevieve held one thought upon her mind, one she believed she could perform without fault if she was able to focus entirely on her task at hand. Because of this, she brought her finger to Crow’s lips to silence him.
“Sit.” She spoke plainly as there remained a hint of perturbation behind her tone, making him worry that perhaps this had been done for any reason aside from it being what she wanted with her heart. Within seconds of her words, she now stood in front of him as he sat upon the nearby armchair whose design appeared better fit for a castle than a brothel, but Crow held his attention to Genevieve and not upon the makeup of the room.
A cheeky grin crossed his lips as he brought his tongue to his lips to show he had been enticed be
