be there in an hour.”
My chest heaved as my anxiety lowered. “Thank you.” But my head cocked as I listened to the voices in the background. By the hostile tones, it was an argument. “Is there something going on I should worry about?”
A lazy answer. “No.”
I wasn’t sure I believed him…but I let it pass. “I’ll see you in an hour.”
The line clicked, going dead. No ‘good-bye’ either.
I placed my cell on the table. A gradual grin lifted my lips. I was going to have an orgasm again. Mmm.
I walked through the castle at a sedate, forced stride, rambling through the hallways, as if I were evaluating the artwork on the walls. I kept my eyes from anyone passing by, not in the mood for their curious glances. Only when I heard no one nearby did I slink into the shadows. The path to his bedroom wasn’t clear, annoying me greatly. It took longer than expected to steal past any late night travelers without notice.
When I finally stepped up to the wooden door, I lifted my hand and knocked sharply. Three taps. Enough for him to hear inside, but quiet enough that the two individuals a hallway over—and walking this way—couldn’t.
“Enter,” Geo called.
I stepped inside just as the two rounded the corner. I quickly shut the door and turned to face the room, my eyes taking their time to adjust to the low lighting. With my back to the doors, the cold doorknob digging into my lower back, I evaluated the room.
It wasn’t as pretentious as I thought it might be.
There was a fireplace in use on my left. Though the logs burned bright, it was the only lighting in play, each lick of a flame casting shadows deeper into the room. In front of the fireplace was a brown couch cavernous enough that it was the size of a small bed. A white, longhaired rug lay between the couch and the fireplace. A sizeable dark wooden desk, also facing the fireplace, sat behind the couch to my right, with plenty of room to walk between the two.
I turned my head to the far right, and my eyes stopped on the monumental-sized bed in an adjacent room, the wooden doors open to it. I snapped my attention back to the main room and cast a quick look at the stunning artwork of landscapes hanging on the walls, each adorned by creatively carved, wooden frames. The entire suite was a masculine portrait of simplicity and elegance. Even the heavy navy drapes covering the windows on the far side of the room were tasteful, but a hard line against intruding eyes.
“You’re late. I thought you might have changed your mind.” I stopped ignoring the rebellion leader where he sat on the leather couch. He was barely dressed, only wearing a pair of black training shorts. It was the most casual I had ever seen him, completely at ease in his domain. His muscled torso was on full display as he lowered his left arm and stopped peering at his halo-watch.
Purple eyes, frosted with danger, turned in my direction. “Did you have trouble getting here?”
My lips pinched, but I made my feet move forward. “A little. I didn’t want anyone to see me enter.”
His gaze traveled over my features slowly, chilling me to the core, until he nodded his head in agreement. “I had wondered how you would make it here unseen.”
I sighed my annoyance. “It wasn’t easy. The halls are filled at this time of night.”
His head cocked in silent question, his white hair gliding against his bare left shoulder. Why are you here? He wanted to know for certain. He wasn’t going to voice his assumption.
I didn’t blame him.
I lifted my arms and ran my fingers through my white hair, my nerves coming back to the fore. I wet my lips with my tongue, his perceptive eyes not missing any action. I cleared my throat and dropped my arms and stopped a foot away from him. I didn’t step between him and the fire so I could still see his features in the clear light. When I spoke, it was distressingly timid.
“I-I would like another orgasm. The feel of it has been haunting me. I
My chest heaved as my anxiety lowered. “Thank you.” But my head cocked as I listened to the voices in the background. By the hostile tones, it was an argument. “Is there something going on I should worry about?”
A lazy answer. “No.”
I wasn’t sure I believed him…but I let it pass. “I’ll see you in an hour.”
The line clicked, going dead. No ‘good-bye’ either.
I placed my cell on the table. A gradual grin lifted my lips. I was going to have an orgasm again. Mmm.
I walked through the castle at a sedate, forced stride, rambling through the hallways, as if I were evaluating the artwork on the walls. I kept my eyes from anyone passing by, not in the mood for their curious glances. Only when I heard no one nearby did I slink into the shadows. The path to his bedroom wasn’t clear, annoying me greatly. It took longer than expected to steal past any late night travelers without notice.
When I finally stepped up to the wooden door, I lifted my hand and knocked sharply. Three taps. Enough for him to hear inside, but quiet enough that the two individuals a hallway over—and walking this way—couldn’t.
“Enter,” Geo called.
I stepped inside just as the two rounded the corner. I quickly shut the door and turned to face the room, my eyes taking their time to adjust to the low lighting. With my back to the doors, the cold doorknob digging into my lower back, I evaluated the room.
It wasn’t as pretentious as I thought it might be.
There was a fireplace in use on my left. Though the logs burned bright, it was the only lighting in play, each lick of a flame casting shadows deeper into the room. In front of the fireplace was a brown couch cavernous enough that it was the size of a small bed. A white, longhaired rug lay between the couch and the fireplace. A sizeable dark wooden desk, also facing the fireplace, sat behind the couch to my right, with plenty of room to walk between the two.
I turned my head to the far right, and my eyes stopped on the monumental-sized bed in an adjacent room, the wooden doors open to it. I snapped my attention back to the main room and cast a quick look at the stunning artwork of landscapes hanging on the walls, each adorned by creatively carved, wooden frames. The entire suite was a masculine portrait of simplicity and elegance. Even the heavy navy drapes covering the windows on the far side of the room were tasteful, but a hard line against intruding eyes.
“You’re late. I thought you might have changed your mind.” I stopped ignoring the rebellion leader where he sat on the leather couch. He was barely dressed, only wearing a pair of black training shorts. It was the most casual I had ever seen him, completely at ease in his domain. His muscled torso was on full display as he lowered his left arm and stopped peering at his halo-watch.
Purple eyes, frosted with danger, turned in my direction. “Did you have trouble getting here?”
My lips pinched, but I made my feet move forward. “A little. I didn’t want anyone to see me enter.”
His gaze traveled over my features slowly, chilling me to the core, until he nodded his head in agreement. “I had wondered how you would make it here unseen.”
I sighed my annoyance. “It wasn’t easy. The halls are filled at this time of night.”
His head cocked in silent question, his white hair gliding against his bare left shoulder. Why are you here? He wanted to know for certain. He wasn’t going to voice his assumption.
I didn’t blame him.
I lifted my arms and ran my fingers through my white hair, my nerves coming back to the fore. I wet my lips with my tongue, his perceptive eyes not missing any action. I cleared my throat and dropped my arms and stopped a foot away from him. I didn’t step between him and the fire so I could still see his features in the clear light. When I spoke, it was distressingly timid.
“I-I would like another orgasm. The feel of it has been haunting me. I
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