“Let’s test that self-control of yours, Enforcer,” she croons, handing her own champagne to me. I sigh before sipping generously from her glass. “Is that not what you’ve been doing since the day we met?” She clicks her tongue. “I won’t be charmed by your pretty words, Prince.” The corner of my mouth curls into a wicked smile. “Seems a bit late for that, doesn’t it?”
