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He Calls Me Princess
I didn’t know who I was looking for till now.
Before I can even get a word in, he says, his voice like silk, “You don’t have to pretend with me, princess. I’m an open book you can read any time you like. I won’t judge you.” He tips my chin up with his hand and stares into my eyes as if he can see something inside me that he likes very much. “Don’t believe me? Just ask your questions.”
I stare, my knees on the floor as he reclines back in his armchair, and a faint smile comes to his face. “You’re so contrary,” he says. “You can rattle off words on a keyboard, yet you can’t bring yourself to speak to me. Odd, that.”
“I don’t like when you try to dominate me,” I say, my voice like a strand of a fraying string. “You know me better than this.”
“It’s just play, my darling,” he murmurs, and in one fluid motion he sinks down in front of me until he’s on his knees too. We’re only inches apart, and I can smell the scents of lemongrass and saltwater emanating from him. “There. Now we’re on equal terms. Is that better?”
I nod, but still I don’t trust my voice. Still I don’t believe I have it in me to reclaim the greatest thing I own.
“You know how to play mind games,” he says, and he traces a hand down my cheek, so lightly that it’s almost like a brush of…
