-Jafaar's POV-
The fact that she had the audacity to show up…I just…could not fathom it. “What…what are you doing here, Princess?” I asked.
At this point, that was the only thing that I could think to say, even though I had said probably two times before now. And yes, she may have answered, but not sufficiently enough for me.
“I told you, baby, I think we need to talk.”
“Well, I don’t.” I answered. This seemed to hurt feelings.
“Jaffy?” she gasped, holding her hand to ample breast, pressing slightly to lift them a bit-though they needed no lifting. This was something that I noticed she’d do when she was trying to…distract or let a man’s guard down.
It worked for half a second, I’ll admit. Hey, I am a man, and I do love the form of a woman. However, I was not daft enough to fall for
