“Can we talk?” Magnus asked, sounding as calm and cool as I bloody wished I was. The falsely flirtatious note in his voice did not elude me, effortlessly coiling around his accent. “It would mean a lot to me if you could just delete that photo you took, sweetheart…”
It occurred to me then that he was absolutely banking on me being a good little fangirl and doing as I was told. In fact, he was certainly betting everything on being able to solve this by the grace of me being his unquestioning fan, paid a thousand times over simply for the privilege of his presence.
I gazed back into those stunning, dark-lined eyes I had dreamed of on numerous occasions. A quivering breath drew through my nostrils, stilling my pounding heart as I unconsciously leant towards my idol.
“...Absolutely not,” I whispered.