When Christian rubbed my calf, I winced. His gaze sharpened. “What happened?”
“I got in a tussle with a Sensor. He threw some dirty magic into me. Fire.”
Christian let go and turned the onyx ring on his finger. “Do you want me to draw a bath?”
I shuddered at the thought. “No, I’ll shower tomorrow. My skin’s too sensitive.”
Stroking his beard, Christian stood and then rummaged through my bag.
“Don’t bother getting out my sleep clothes,” I said, stripping off my corset. “I’m sleeping naked tonight. I don’t want anything touching my skin.”
He leaned against the dresser. “Even me?”
After removing my shorts, I crawled up to the pillows. “Think you can stay away from me for one night?”
Christian’s sultry black eyes lingered on my bare breasts before sliding down to my panties. “I miss you already.”
“I didn’t see your Honda outside.”
“Do you think I’m that careless? I parked my motorbike up the street. Viktor had me bring your bags, so I charmed the man downstairs to lend me a spare key. I’m not allowed to stay here on this assignment. Viktor doesn’t want to chance it.” Christian approached the bed like a panther and sat down. “You’ve been drinking.”
“It was a rough night. I needed something extra before the walk home.”
“You should take out your contact lens. You might scratch up your eyeball if you sleep with it in.”
I reached up and pulled off the mask. “Why did you hang out at fantasy clubs?”
He brushed a tress away from my face. “Immortals get bored easily.”
“Am I boring?”
He bent over until his lips touched mine. “Far from it.”
I turned my head away. “I’m not in the mood. I’ve never been so turned off from sex.”
“Something I said?”
“No. I just don’t get the whole domination thing.”
An enigmatic look crossed his expression.
When the room began to spin, I reached between the two beds and switched off the lamp. My tattoo illuminated the dark like a night-light, allowing me to see Christian perfectly.
“This comforter sure is soft,” I said after a wide yawn. “Not like most hotels.”
“I had them unwrap a new one from the supply room.”
I chuckled softly. “Why?”
“I have exceptional vision. I could see stains on that bedding that would make you shudder. I’ll not have you sleeping on filth.”
“Since when are you a germophobe? I seem to recall you having sex with a random woman on top of a table in a bar.”
He straightened his back. “Now that was entirely different.”
“How so?”
“Well, for one, you can wipe down wood. It’s not like these linens that have been collecting waste for years. Secondly, in case you haven’t noticed, I prefer to stand.”
