A royal lord with an unusual habit of sniffing out scents keeps his assistant close at hand, and she must navigate the awkward, charged dynamic between them. As their professional relationship blurs into something more personal, she struggles to keep her composure around a boss whose attention is impossible to ignore.
Your Highness, our best designer outfits for six-year-olds. You're up. Pick the best. Me? Come on, I haven't got all day.
My kids' age are always running around. This cashmere's too hot. The linen's better. What a lovely alpha-omega couple. Your husband has wonderful taste.
No, no, you've got it wrong. I'm not an omega. I'm just his beta assistant. We're not together. Funny. I didn't mind being called his partner.
Maybe it's because we're both dads. Too bad he's a baiter. Is that all? Wrap them all up. For your son. A little thank you for helping me out.
No, thank you. It's far too expensive. I can't accept it. I don't take no for an answer. Take it. Excuse me. Could I return this for cash? I'm sorry, sir. We can't refund purchases made with the royal black card.
This coat could pay for Leo's surgery. If only I could return it.