I feel my hopes dwindle. “I have a maid and a chef, Misha. You know that.”
I ignore the bed and go for the window seat instead. I curl my legs underneath me and stare unseeingly out the window. I expect him to slip out of the room and leave me to brood, but then I feel him standing behind me.
I turn around, eyebrow raised, waiting for whatever is coming next.
“You can ask me for something right now, and I won’t deny you.” His face is neutral, but his eyes burn. After the last few days, I know what he thinks I’m going to ask for.
“Within reason,” he adds on quickly.
“Okay. I’ll keep it simple then.” I lift my chin and face him head-on. “I want you to take me out on a date.”
I nod. “We don’t even have to leave the house. But you have to make it feel like a real date.”
He considers it
