Seth gaze explored the haughty girl, from her head down to her toe.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Freya says you're her bodyguard. I want you to be mine. How much would it cost?"
Aveline watched the tense conversation, very much entertained by it.
Knowing Seth and his pride, she trusted him enough for her tongue to water at the thought of his response.
"I think you confuse me for one of your purses, ma'am. I'm not for sale, and even if I was, you wouldn't be able to afford me."
The smile on Yasmin's face quickly wiped off, as her mouth hung open in shock.
"Can I talk to you in private?" Seth turned to Freya whose heart was thumping ferociously.
"Sure. Yes you can," she cleared her hoarse throat. "We could go to the backroom and talk," she said.
"Good. Ave?" He waved.
She waved back to him. "See you later Seth."
"Excuse me ladies." He turned, and Freya followed him out immediately.
