She’d felt his presence long before he looked up. It was different from the other people’s she had checked along the way. He had a light blue aura about him.
After a quick delving into his mind she had read him faster than his eyes captured the words on that book he was trying to absorb.
He was what her kind called “a gentle soul”.
He was the ideal mate for her.
She had whispered into his thoughts. Subtle hints to lift his gaze. Nothing he would perceive for himself.
Within seconds he was doing just as she commanded.
A smile was all she needed on to break his trail of thought.
It was almost too easy.
Then, when he’d bashfully looked down she would command the nearest lady to engage in inane conversation.
It wasn’t out of cruelty that she played these games. She needed him to believe that he was acting out of his own jittery impulses.