Chapter 9
by 
roryaugust
What do you say?
“I’m sorry,” you say, “I can’t just yet. There are other guests I need to attend to.”
Her mouth twists into a disappointed grimace, but then relaxes into something easy and sly. She leans back coolly in her chair. “Playing hard to get are ye?” She winks, kicks her feet up on the table. “That’s fine, Lord Dragoon. I’m willing to wait all night if I have to."