She had a bad feeling. In an environment like this, Yuri Sinclair might lose his self-control and take her.
"Your Highness, can we please go? It's so hot in here, it's making me all agitated. This isn't good for us."
"It's fine. The sweat will just evaporate." Yuri Sinclair held her by the shoulders and gripped her short-sleeved shirt. "Take off your clothes. Let's get a proper sweat going."
"Your Highness, please..." She knew she couldn't resist him too strongly, or it would be so obvious he'd realize something was amiss. Her only choice was to feign shyness.
"Stop being so coy. Weren't you always such a tomboy around me?" Yuri Sinclair racked his brain, searching for the right words to lure her into his trap.
But she was a pro and wasn't taking the bait. She smiled. "You're so bad, Your Highness. What if we both get naked, and you manage to control yourself, but I can't and throw myself at you? If your leg isn't hurting, can we just go now?"
