New Canary, New Joy

Summary

I was rich, single, and very much enjoying it.

To pass the time, I kept a poor but ridiculously pretty little songbird.

The girl had a face, a body, and enough sweetness to make men stupid. The only flaw was that she was painfully shy. She insisted on playing some innocent romance game with me.

I was not allowed to touch her.

I was not allowed to visit her at school.

Everything had to happen “properly.”

I understood. She was young.

Then one day, I went to her university to discuss funding a new lab.