Elena gracefully stepped down from Ethan's lap.
She ran both hands down the front of her dress, smoothing the material over the wide curve of her hips and the plump swell of her backside until every inch of her voluptuous figure was covered once more.
Shortly after, Elena walked over to Ethan.
She leaned in close and her hands ran across his wrinkled shirt, pressing flat against his chest as she smoothed out each crease.
Then her fingers combed through his hair, guiding every strand into place, dignified and proper, just as a noble Lord should look.
"Ah... you remind me of my mother, you know?" Ethan offered a small smile as she tended to him.
"Oh... really?" Elena tilted her head. "Well, I was talking to Evelyn a few days ago, and she mentioned something about calling her 'Mommy'... Is the Lord interested in that sort of thing?"
Ethan froze, his cheeks burning red.
