Sitting in his office chair, Renato could not help savoring the memories of last night.
Those doe-like eyes, those tempting red lips, and that sweet tongue he could not get enough of...
They had not gone all the way, but the half-elf's attentions had left him thoroughly refreshed.
It had all happened rather suddenly, though, and Lailas's behavior kept giving Renato the strange feeling that he was the one who had been devoured.
The guard beside him had no sense of tact whatsoever, prattling on and interrupting Renato's daydreams.
"Sir, your swordsmanship was absolutely masterful! That Walter, the country swordsman who spent so long running his mouth before the match, didn't last even a single exchange against you before you..."
"George, you've repeated that speech three times already. If you've got nothing to do, go to the duty room and draw up next week's shift schedule. Bring it to me this afternoon."
George withdrew with a crestfallen look. Renato picked up the teacup on his desk and gently blew across the steaming surface.
Though the tournament would be on break for the next three days, Renato still had his duties as a constable. He had to assign the morning's work, or the lazy bastards under him would certainly do nothing.
After all, he was technically still on probation. He had to keep up appearances so no one could find fault with him.
There was a knock at the door. Before Renato could respond, Director Perez pushed it open and walked in.
Renato immediately stood and pressed his clenched right fist to his chest in salute.
"No need to be so formal, Renato." Beaming, Perez reached out and eased him back into his seat. "You've really distinguished yourself in the Swordsmanship Tournament. You've done the Security Department proud."
"Focus on preparing