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"Do you want me to?" I ask him, looking over my shoulder at the gigantic shower.

"Or we could have a bath?" he chuckles, making my face heat as I remember the last time I bathed with him.

"Shower is fine," I blurt, and his brows furrow. Crap, I upset him. "I didn't mean to upset you," I blurt foolishly. He cocks an eyebrow at me.

"Why would you think you upset me?"

Why does he ask so many questions?

"Are you upset?" I ask, and he laughs. My eyes widen. Did I say something funny? I don't get why he is laughing; what did I miss? I need to go back to sleep, hopefully, wake up with a functioning brain because mine is mush right now.

"No, I am not upset. You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Ivy. That is why I asked. You don't have to shower with me unless you want to. The choice is yours," the King says.

Huh, what choices? Since when do rogues have choices? He waits expectantly to see what I will say, but I want to see how many options I truly have.

"I will have one after," I tell him before swallowing down my fear after saying no to him. I wait for his wrath, my skin prickling, preparing for it to come, but he just shrugs.

"That's fine. I will shower quickly, then. Dinner will be here soon," he tells me, and I nod while he steps aside, allowing me to pass him.

I rush out, expecting him to shut the door, but he leaves it open. The shower starts, and I find myself looking around the room. With nothing to do, I decide to get his clothes ready for him and lay out the two suitcases on the floor. Only when I open the first one, I find it is filled with women's clothes. I look back at the door, shaking my head, closing it, and opening the other one. I pull his pajama pants out and place them on his bed before finding him some socks.

When I am done, I zip up the bag and sit on the edge of the bed. Bored, I stare around the room before glancing at the bathroom door. He really gave me a choice.

I expected him to command me to hop in there with him, but he didn't. Yet, the ache to go to him remains, and I'm not sure if it's nerves because I am waiting for him to come out and snap at me or if I actually want to shower with him.

Steam wafts out of the bathroom, along with his heady, exotic scent. I only understand how potent it is when I find myself standing next to the bathroom door. My mouth waters, and I clutch the doorframe to refrain from stepping inside. Everything about this man calls to me, thrills me, excites me, yet also terrifies me at the same time.

It's unnatural for someone like me to be affected and become almost obsessed with their master. Regardless, the ache to be near him remains, no matter how much the thought terrifies me. One question lingers, though: is he my master? He gave me a choice, yet denying him only makes me needier.

I hadn't realized with the anxiety of him ordering me around how much I longed for him to do so, just so I could be within his presence; it makes no sense.

"Ivy, are you okay?" the King asks, and my head snaps up only to find my body led me into the bathroom, completely ignoring the rational part of me – if that is even rational any more. Whenever I think of anything to do with the king, my body reacts like it knows before I do what it wants.

I nod, but my eyes seem to have a mind of their own as they trail over his hard, muscular body, perfectly sculpted in all the right places, his aura alluring. I step toward him.

I kind of wish he would do that calling thingy he does. At least then, I could explain away the weird feelings this man stirs within me.

ChapterThirty-Seven

IVY

I glance at the bathroom door, wondering if I should walk out.

“Ivy,” Kyson murmurs, and I can feel the King watching me. He pushes the shower screen door open, and I look at it before looking up at him. "What do you want to do?”

I can’t seem to answer the question because I am confused. This is wrong, yet I keep doing things wrong.

“Why are you in here?" he asks, tilting his head to the side as he watches me, but I have a feeling he already knows what I want because he turns back to the shower to rinse the soap off, yet he leaves the shower screen open.

"Don't think, Ivy, just do what you want.”

I growl at his words. What I want is confusing the hell out of me. My brain tells me to run, while the rest of me wants to rub myself on him and smother myself in his scent. I shake my head; where the heck did that come from?

"Do you know what you want?" the King asks, turning to face me.

I shake my head but then nod before looking down. I feel like ripping my hair out in frustration. At the same time, I can’t seem to force myself to leave the bathroom.

“Does what you want scare you?” Kyson asks.

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