With that, he exited the bedroom. Leaving her curiously sated and still wanting more. She smiled and hugged a pillow to her chest. Tonight. He had promised. The only reason she surrendered to sleep was to make the hours until the night go faster.
CHAPTER 12
He needed a drink.
Maybe Kalli was right after all. There was something undefinable and potent between humans that was lacking in the human/parbot relationship. Although he had never experienced it this strongly. Seeing her come apart in his arms... Even if he had not achieved his own climax, it had been unbearably erotic.
But if the pleasure was real, so were the complications and pain; he would do well to remember that. He only hoped that he didn’t become too addicted to the feeling.
He had experienced the pain and devastation of failed human relationships. If he were wise, he would retreat. But even as his mind thought about it, he rejected the idea. For better or worse, the proverbial Pandora’s box had been opened and there was no way to put its contents back inside.
He would ride this all the way to the end. It should be fine, as long as they adhered to the rules in place.
Traversing the bustling lobby, he headed towards the bar. Leaving Kalli all soft and pliant and begging for more was hell on his cock. It had been so tempting to take her invitation. Crawl into bed with her and slake the lust coursing through his body.
Only two reasons stopped him from doing so. One, Kalli needed to rest, and he had told her the truth. Sleeping would not be an option with him in bed. Second, he didn’t like this uncontrollable lust he was feeling. His emotions were in turmoil, craving her all the time. It was not good for either of them. They had agreed to an uncomplicated sexual relationship for the sake of slaking their pent-up lust while on this mission. It wouldn’t do to develop a dependency on her.
He sat at the bar and ordered a brandy. As the bartender went to get it, a portly gentleman and a young lady sat to his right.
“Delightful weather we are having, don’t you think?” the gentleman asked.
Dariux looked to his side and confirmed the question was for him. Damn, he wasn’t in the mood for banal conversation. Why couldn’t they have sat somewhere else? It is not as if the bar was full this early in the afternoon. There were plenty of empty seats. Manners forced him to reply.
“I suppose.” Hopefully, the shortness of the answer would dissuade the gentleman from prattling on. No such luck.
“Name is Johnson. And this is my wife, Julianna. First time we’ve stayed in this hotel. I have to say, I’m impressed with the accommodations. I wanted a simple place, but the wife likes the bathing chambers and the lifts. Very modern.”
“Yes, indeed.”
“Is this your first stay here, too?”
“It is.” How could he end this conversation without appearing rude?
“Here on business or pleasure?”
Mr. Johnson’s determination made escape impossible, so engagement was the only choice. They could prove useful subjects for their research, if nothing else. Dariux looked at him and then at Mrs. Johnson. She was quiet and demure, a stark contrast to her boisterous husband. She looked much younger than him, too. He had to be in his sixties, and she in her mid-twenties. Could they be one of those mythical loving couples? Somehow, he doubted it. Mr. Johnson wore a perfectly tailored, fine suit, and his wife was garbed in silk and lace, her throat and wrists dripping with jewels. It was probably a marriage of convenience. Her youth and beauty for his money and protection. Ah, yes. Love was rare and difficult to find. Even in these times.
