Freya's dark eyes widened significantly when my harsh words finally registered in her mind. The small silver spoon trembled slightly between her fingers, and she immediately stopped moving her hips against my lap.
She realized my threat was entirely genuine, and she knew I was actively fighting a severe physical reaction to her provocative actions.
She cleared her throat nervously, and she quickly placed the two ceramic ice cream bowls onto the glass coffee table to empty her hands.
She stood up from the velvet sofa very carefully, ensuring she did not brush against my legs again.
"I am suddenly feeling very tired after this long day, and I need to go to sleep right now," Freya announced to the room while she smoothed the fabric of her cotton pajama pants.
"Goodnight, Nadia."
Nadia simply crossed her arms tightly over her chest and glared at Freya without offering a polite response.
