IVAN'S POV
He shrugged like it was nothing.
"Yeah. Nina is not here, and I have no one else to play with."
"Nina?"
He nodded. "My good friend."
She had to be one of Maeve's assistants.
"I see." I pretended to think about it. "Well, since your friend is not here, I suppose I could come play with you for a bit."
"Yes! Come on."
Asha tugged impatiently at my wrist, the casualness of the touch making my chest constrict in a way that was both painful and bittersweet.
I rose to my feet and followed the little pup into the room. The first thing I noticed was the mess of toys strewn across the floor.
A tray sat on a table in front of the fireplace, holding a bowl of cereal and a smaller dish of applesauce on the side. I tore my gaze from it and looked toward the four-poster bed.
Maeve's bed.
The bed she slept in at night.
I pictured her in the sheer nightie from the other evening—and felt my cock begin to harden.
Shit.
