be your bodyguards.”
Kyra shook her head. “Actually, I was thinking about watching you with those two hussies, I was a little jealous. I’d hate to have you die before I got a turn with you.”
Bazur raised an eyebrow. She’d been jealous? That made his heart grin. He suggested she might be amendable to what he was feeling. “You think mixing business and pleasure is a good idea?”
“No, it’s a terrible idea. That is why you and I aren’t going to sleep together. Not until we are done with the prince. After that can be a different story.”
Bazur tried to hide his disappointment. Back to being difficult human. There was nothing wrong with getting physically involved while working together. Who knew if they'd survive this job. But at least he knew now that the idea intrigued her, and the interest wasn’t strictly one way.
Kyra could obviously sense his disappointment. “Don’t worry big fella, a little flirting doesn’t count. Besides, you still need to cuddle me to sleep. A girl gets cold you know.”
Great thought Bazur. As if behaving like a gentleman wasn’t difficult enough, especially with having visions of her naked body seared into his mind from the encounter in Grundal’s, now he had to picture her cozying up to him, so close that her scent would fill his nostrils, her smooth skin against his, and still behave himself… Just great .
11
BADLANDS
BAZUR silently led Kyra through the badlands. Again, he’d woken up with the vixen snuggled up against him, and the memories of her warm body against his was filling his mind. It wasn’t the physical aspect of Kyra cuddling up with him during the night that was troubling Bazur, it was the feelings she stirred within him. He was starting to care for her. Since the death of his family and his expulsion from the orc community, Bazur had been alone. Sure he spent some time in Pera, and occasionally enjoyed the company of some of the local females, but he’d always been detached emotionally. It was better not to have emotional connections with other people. It could only lead to heartache and disappointment. It was one thing to be physically attracted to Kyra. Any rational being would be. Her body was a temple built to pray to the gods upon. Yet the more time he spent with her, the more his emotional wall started to crack. He’d always seen Kyra as an attractive smartass. Her quick wit and flirty nature along with her physical attractiveness was something he’d always been drawn to. From the first time they met, and every other occasion they’d worked together, he’d felt the attraction to her. But the both of them had maintained boundaries. The flirting between the two of them had been mostly banter and innuendo. Also, the jobs had been short. He’d never spent nearly as much time alone with Kyra as he had on this job. He was starting to learn more about her and every little bit he learned left him wanting more. He’d always known her tongue was sharp, her quick wit had gotten the best of him many times. However, she was much smarter than he’d assumed. He’d always been aware of her impressive forgery skills, but the way she was able to make deductions about the prince’s case was even more impressive. Three separate investigators had tried to figure out the attacks. None had made any headway. Kyra had been able to figure out the pattern that trained professionals had missed. Bazur knew on his own he would never have been able to put the dots together just by reading the prince’s notes. But there was something else beyond her brains and the sexual tension between the two of them. There was pain in her past, something she hadn't yet shared with him, but he could feel that she had suffered great losses. Her sassy, tougher than nails persona wasn’t the real Kyra. There was darkness and pain hidden in her eyes, darkness that reminded him of his own. It drew him towards her in a way he never expected, and it made him nervous.
Bazur shook
Kyra shook her head. “Actually, I was thinking about watching you with those two hussies, I was a little jealous. I’d hate to have you die before I got a turn with you.”
Bazur raised an eyebrow. She’d been jealous? That made his heart grin. He suggested she might be amendable to what he was feeling. “You think mixing business and pleasure is a good idea?”
“No, it’s a terrible idea. That is why you and I aren’t going to sleep together. Not until we are done with the prince. After that can be a different story.”
Bazur tried to hide his disappointment. Back to being difficult human. There was nothing wrong with getting physically involved while working together. Who knew if they'd survive this job. But at least he knew now that the idea intrigued her, and the interest wasn’t strictly one way.
Kyra could obviously sense his disappointment. “Don’t worry big fella, a little flirting doesn’t count. Besides, you still need to cuddle me to sleep. A girl gets cold you know.”
Great thought Bazur. As if behaving like a gentleman wasn’t difficult enough, especially with having visions of her naked body seared into his mind from the encounter in Grundal’s, now he had to picture her cozying up to him, so close that her scent would fill his nostrils, her smooth skin against his, and still behave himself… Just great .
11
BADLANDS
BAZUR silently led Kyra through the badlands. Again, he’d woken up with the vixen snuggled up against him, and the memories of her warm body against his was filling his mind. It wasn’t the physical aspect of Kyra cuddling up with him during the night that was troubling Bazur, it was the feelings she stirred within him. He was starting to care for her. Since the death of his family and his expulsion from the orc community, Bazur had been alone. Sure he spent some time in Pera, and occasionally enjoyed the company of some of the local females, but he’d always been detached emotionally. It was better not to have emotional connections with other people. It could only lead to heartache and disappointment. It was one thing to be physically attracted to Kyra. Any rational being would be. Her body was a temple built to pray to the gods upon. Yet the more time he spent with her, the more his emotional wall started to crack. He’d always seen Kyra as an attractive smartass. Her quick wit and flirty nature along with her physical attractiveness was something he’d always been drawn to. From the first time they met, and every other occasion they’d worked together, he’d felt the attraction to her. But the both of them had maintained boundaries. The flirting between the two of them had been mostly banter and innuendo. Also, the jobs had been short. He’d never spent nearly as much time alone with Kyra as he had on this job. He was starting to learn more about her and every little bit he learned left him wanting more. He’d always known her tongue was sharp, her quick wit had gotten the best of him many times. However, she was much smarter than he’d assumed. He’d always been aware of her impressive forgery skills, but the way she was able to make deductions about the prince’s case was even more impressive. Three separate investigators had tried to figure out the attacks. None had made any headway. Kyra had been able to figure out the pattern that trained professionals had missed. Bazur knew on his own he would never have been able to put the dots together just by reading the prince’s notes. But there was something else beyond her brains and the sexual tension between the two of them. There was pain in her past, something she hadn't yet shared with him, but he could feel that she had suffered great losses. Her sassy, tougher than nails persona wasn’t the real Kyra. There was darkness and pain hidden in her eyes, darkness that reminded him of his own. It drew him towards her in a way he never expected, and it made him nervous.
Bazur shook
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