My King

Jonah's heart stopped in his chest when his eyes laid upon Cordelia. She was sprawled across her bed, her long tanned legs on full display as she idly flipped through the reports. Her skirt had ridden up, and because of that, it left very little for the imagination. 

Even though Jonah had slowly gotten used to the extreme fashion choices of Nedour's women, this was the first time he had seen anything of this sort. Immediately, his cheeks burned as he averted his gaze, but this action merely caught Cordelia's attention as she smiled.

"You're late," she simply said, letting the stack of reports fall neatly on the bedside table's surface with a light thud.

Slowly and sensually, she stretched her legs off the bed, making sure to make the sheer skirts ride up as she did so. Jonah wasn't even looking in her direction, but the shuffling sound of the sheets sent blood rushing to his head, causing it to run wild with imagination.