She smiled playfully. "I'm seducing you. Isn't it obvious?"
"No, no, it's very obvious," he said quickly, "I mean, I know what you're doing. I'm just… wondering why you're doing it."
Queen sat there, stunned, staring at Drake. Her heart was thudding uncomfortably against her ribs, not quite anger, not quite embarrassment—just... confusion. Raw, honest confusion.
"I… Didn't you want this?" she asked. The words sounded shaky.
Drake blinked. Slowly. "Is that a trick question?"
Queen frowned, trying to maintain her usual unbothered exterior, but her brow gave her away, twitching upward in suspicion. "You have to want something. I assumed this is what you want."
"Let me get this straight," he said, dragging a hand through his curls. "You think I chose to marry you… because I want to fuck you?"
She didn't respond. But her silence did. Loudly.
Drake's mouth fell open in pure disbelief. "You gotta be kidding me."
Without warning, he reached for her hips and lifted her off his lap.
