~Becklan's POV~
Leon took a step toward me, his hand reaching out as if to touch my skin. I didn't move, but my voice turned to ice. "If you touch me, I will count it as harassment."
He froze, his face turning a ghostly shade of pale. "Becklan... why are you doing this?"
"It's simple, sir," I replied, standing up with a calm, chilling grace. I pulled my shirt back together, buttoning it slowly as if he weren't even there. "My only mistake was thinking you were a good man. I've corrected that mistake now."
"What is that supposed to mean?" he rasped, his voice cracking.
I looked at him without emotion. "It means I forgot my place. I forgot I was just a maid." My lips curved into something hollow. "But you were kind enough to remind me last night exactly what I am."
Leon tried to speak, his lips parting as if to offer an excuse or an apology, but I cut him off before he could find the words. "Mr. President, is there anything else you require of me tonight?"
