You are sitting at the table at a family dinner in your black short dress with your bodyguard who is 12 years older than you. You wrote to Eduard and provoked him with dirty news. It worked and you looked at him and saw him sigh and write something again, so you looked at your phone.

“If I drop my fork, I want your legs spread when I pick my fork back up, got it.”

He grinned at his phone, picked up the fork and dropped it on the floor.