The stranger walked out from between two rows of bookshelves. He looked like he was at home here. His hair was dishevelled and wore an unbuttoned shirt tucked into his pants, revealing his broad and well-trained chest.
"I am… sorry," I mumbled, not even knowing who I was apologising to. But it looked like a good idea at the time, and I just went with it.
He gave me one glance over, eyes lingering on my breasts, and I realised that all I was wearing was a thin, delicate nightgown of the highest quality with some very intricate lace on the edges. Thanks to the gods, it wasn't see-through, but it wasn't something to wear in front of strangers.
"I imagined his playthings in slightly more revealing pieces," the guy in front of me smirked. "Never took him for one interested in all that… innoc
