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“I see you received my instructions.” Harrow’s voice rings high and pristine as she kicks off her boots and lets the door to her antechamber slam shut behind her.
“Sure did,” says Gideon, stretching out bigger in Harrow’s not-all-that-big bed. “Granted, you only said come to your bedchamber, but I can read between the lines. You’re obviously ready to drop the dried-up nunlet act and find out what you’ve been missing.” She winks.
Harrow does not even deign to roll her eyes. “At least you removed your shoes first. But yes. Unfortunately,” she continues, peeling off her thickest gloves and placing them on the desk beside her bed, “for once, you are correct.”
“Score,” says Gideon, pumping her fist. “Wait, what?”
Harrow draws back her chair to sit at her desk. “You’re correct.” She pages open a notebook. “I’ve summoned you so that I can observe an orgasm. For my studies.” The bone tip of her quill scrapes against the side of the ink pot. Gideon gawks at her, pulse pounding in her throat. This has to be a trap.
“Well?” Harrow demands. Her eyes are dark and unyielding.
“Y-yeah.” Gideon gulps, and reaches for the button on her pants.