When Sophia's eyes finally found him, Christian was playing a game, just as she had expected. At this point, he seemed to have lost all sense of day and night.
"Good morning, Master."
She bowed politely. Christian merely nodded, and soon the room returned to its previous quiet, with only the sounds of the game filling the air.
Sophia remained standing in the short maid dress he had designed. She did not need to stay; he usually called when he wanted something.
But the dress had been made to be seen, and displaying it was part of her duty as his maid. Whatever personal feelings stirred beneath that duty were simply another layer of the same role.
His gaze drifted toward her bare legs more than once before returning to the screen. Each time, his eyes lingered a little longer, and Sophia's heartbeat quickened.
