Aveline had only asked it on a whim, but the second the words left her mouth, her heart gave a violent thud.
This man.
She knew this man well enough to know he would not refuse such an offer. He was the same man who had once spoken so casually about helping her breasts "grow" with a massage, as though her embarrassment had been an inconvenience to be solved with ruthless practicality.
And in her current condition, with her body aching and her face already hot from the shame of having nearly suggested something so absurd, she absolutely could not survive if he actually agreed.
She did not even dare look at his face.
The moment she realized what she had said, her whole expression burned with mortification. She hastily looked away and corrected herself before the silence could grow any worse.
"Never mind."
Then she slipped behind the divider so quickly it was almost a retreat, pressing a hand to her chest as if she could physically quiet the pounding there.
