“Pleasure to meet you.” Ishara chimed out of polite habit when he clasped her hand. She nearly wrinkled her nose at him. Why was his hand so awfully warm? If he was hot he could just put out that unnecessary fire. She let it go. Perhaps he liked being overly warm. He sure seemed...stuffy.
A sly smile spread over her face when he mentioned the agreement. She didn’t show her teeth, just a broad close-lipped smile, one that wrinkles the edges of the mouth but didn’t touch the eyes. Yes, about that, she thought, but didn’t respond. She had no intention of honoring her father’s agreement, having one in mind that benefited her more.
Ishara clasped her hands behind her back and casually strolled to follow Marcus into the kitchen. “I suppose tea would be fine.” The judgment again. The fire. The tea. He was going to burn her up. “But I’d much prefer something colder.” She added quickly, making sure her desires were vocalized.
She clapped her hands when it occurred to her what she wanted, eagerly crowding near him. “Oh! Do you have any sorbet? I’m crazy for sorbet these days.”
Ishara momentarily lapsed into a mindset that she was on vacation and able to request exotic desserts. Sorbet wouldn’t necessarily be exotic for an American, but she came from a place where products like that were imported and exorbitant to afford.
A sly smile spread over her face when he mentioned the agreement. She didn’t show her teeth, just a broad close-lipped smile, one that wrinkles the edges of the mouth but didn’t touch the eyes. Yes, about that, she thought, but didn’t respond. She had no intention of honoring her father’s agreement, having one in mind that benefited her more.
Ishara clasped her hands behind her back and casually strolled to follow Marcus into the kitchen. “I suppose tea would be fine.” The judgment again. The fire. The tea. He was going to burn her up. “But I’d much prefer something colder.” She added quickly, making sure her desires were vocalized.
She clapped her hands when it occurred to her what she wanted, eagerly crowding near him. “Oh! Do you have any sorbet? I’m crazy for sorbet these days.”
Ishara momentarily lapsed into a mindset that she was on vacation and able to request exotic desserts. Sorbet wouldn’t necessarily be exotic for an American, but she came from a place where products like that were imported and exorbitant to afford.
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