“For the hundredth time, I’m not your babysitter,” Leith growled, her eye twitching in annoyance as she tipped back the carafe of sake to take a deep draft.
The teen objected immediately, “But Lady Leith, I don’t want to go al–”
“Call me ‘Lady’ again and I’m going to break this pitcher over your skull,” she threatened, brandishing the bottle she just emptied threateningly at the girl. Leith hadn’t the slightest idea where the adolescent got the idea to call her that, but she was going to nip it in the bud right the fuck now.
Cheeks puffing indignantly, the teen gave a sigh and tried again in her proposition, “Lad–” at Leith’s scowl, she hastily corrected herself, “Miss Leith, please come with me to the– t-the–”
Her face blushed bright pink.
Leith rolled her eyes, praying to some sort of deity–any god please–to give her patience. “The lingerie shop?” she finished for her. Loudly.
The patrons of the bar stilled to a hush at the announcement.
Flushing a crimson so deep it could have allowed her to blend into a barn wall, the embarrassed girl gave a quiet nod.
“Fucking hell, do you want me to hold your hand?”