"I guess," Angela shrugged.
I frowned. "What's wrong?" I reached out to touch her hand. She was so soft. A warm thrill filled me. "Do you want me all to yourself?"
Angela didn't answer. She took a sip of her wine and let her gaze pass over the room. She froze, and a soft smile spread on her lips. "Well, there are a few nice sights over there," she purred.
I looked in the direction of Angela's gaze. A blonde serving maid laughed as a roguish man fondled her bottom. I frowned at that, but the woman didn't seem to be mind. "Yeah, the blonde's scrumptious," I purred.
"Hmm?" she asked, still looking over there. "Yes, the blond." Color appeared in her cheeks. The man was looking back at us. I suppose he was a handsome man, the type that women swooned over in the stories, with straw hair flowing past his chiseled looks. His eyes were bold, ogling Angela in her revealing armor.
I frowned at the man. "He has no right to stare at us."
