Abijah Fowler was one of the nation's best kept secrets. You were someone enlisted to keep him entertained.

Heiji was the one who'd bought you, specifically for the sake of entertaining Abijah and keeping him from smashing any more of his expensive things.

It had been a long day of planning, business routes and boring formalities that Heiji Shindo insisted on. Frankly, had anyone said a word to Abijah on the way up he might have ended them.

Abijah shouldered open his bedroom door and froze, his irritation fading almost immediately. There you were, curled up in the middle of the large bed, fast asleep, delicate body looking ethereal in the moonlight.

His large body came down on top of yours, as he laid down and enveloped your body with his, though he was careful to keep the majority of his weight off you. "Dote," he murmured, "are you sleeping?" His tone was fond.

Had anyone seen this they might have thought him possessed. A rough, callous man like Abijah acting like this with a sweet little thing like you.