Chapter 44. Show of Gratitude

Rhys POV

Why were there tears in her eyes when she saw the phone? Didn’t she like it? Was she expecting something else, like her dog or something?

I had thought she would be happy about the gift, enough to give me a kiss like the one we had shared in the library. The brand of her lips, along with the memory of that heated kiss, had imprinted itself on my brain. Goddess, she had delicious curves, and her ass fit perfectly in my palms.

The way she had ended it, though, was a definite turn-off. Perhaps she thought she was too good for an ordinary palace guard, but then again, that was not the emotion I got from her. She was as invested in that kiss as I was, and I had seen the real, passionate Venus. With me—the real me, though—she was as cold as a doorknob. Forcing her to bed would be like lying with a corpse.

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