[N/A:For those who found Irene's actions "strange," the next chapters will develop her background.]
POV: Irene
I stayed a few more minutes, my cheek resting against Kaiser's thigh. My breathing had slowed to the point where I could barely hear his. I could still feel the last shivers in my belly, that sweet warmth lingering between my thighs. He had run a hand through my hair, just with his fingertips, without insisting, and it drew an involuntary sigh from me.
Then I straightened up. I smoothed my dress with the flat of my hand to chase away the false creases. The fabric had fallen back properly over my hips. I had buttoned my bodice again, one button after the other, taking care to align them. My breasts were tucked back into the corset. I quickly ran my hands through my hair to tame it, but a few strands remained damp at my temples, clinging to my skin.
"You're leaving already?" His voice was neutral, but he had slightly raised his torso.
