Leo stood in his office, leaning casually against the doorframe. He wasn't looking at the ledgers. He wasn't looking at the massive parchment map spread across his desk.
He was staring directly at perfectly fine ass swaying in front of him.
It was Ryana, the Merchant Queen who was leaning far over the desk, tracing trade routes with a feathered quill.
Her crimson dress was tailored tight, as it hugged her narrow waist and flared out over her wide, generous hips. As she stretched to reach the northern borders on the map, the silk pulled taut, outlining the perfect, plump curves of her rear.
"You are going to rip that if you bend any further, Ryana," Leo said. His voice was a low, almost a whisper but it still echoed in the quiet office.
Ryana gasped slightly and stood up straight. She spun around, dropping the quill on the map. Her hand reaching out to her hips, straightening her dress
