“Yes. My father had two wives for a time.”
Rhydian’s tone is sharp. He yanks open a laptop and glares at the screen. Okay, I get it. This is not a topic he wants to talk about. Ever. What a messed up family. And now my attempt at cheering Rhydian up has completely failed. I’ve made things worse, not better.
“What’s a tylwyth?” I ask because I’m getting the distinct impression they are not simply fey with wings. And it is as good a distraction as any.
“A race from a realm we conquered,” answers Rhydian coldly. “They put up a good fight.”
He doesn’t say, ‘unlike humans,’ but I hear it nevertheless. I shiver and stare up at him helplessly. He stares back at me and I cannot read his expression at all.
“Do you understand social media?” he says suddenly.
I blink. “I guess?”
I mean, I use social media, just like everyone else my age. That hardly makes me an expert or anything.
“Come,” he says as he beckons imperiously.
I climb to my feet, a very difficult thing to do from a beanbag, and scurry up to his desk. The laptop screen is displaying Instagram.
“The translation spells are perfect. However, there are nuances to human humour that are…baffling.”
An undignified snort laugh escapes me. “I bet.”
He raises one eyebrow at me.
“And all the pop culture references will go right over your head,” I add.
His eyes narrow. He can be such an imposing bastard when he wants to be.
I sigh. “Fine. Give me a chair and I will translate for you.”
This watermelon tastes delicious, and today the sun is shining. I’m getting far too used to this routine. Leisurely breakfast with Rhydian, under bright windows.
Yesterday was wonderful. Spending hours in Rhydian’s office, translating internet humour for him was hilarious. It was fun, and it seemed to really bring us closer together.
Of course, I could be in a fabulous mood because he gave me another earth shattering orgasm last night. Eating my ass for hours, then sticking his fingers in along with his tongue. I thought I was going to die, whimpering and sobbing because I didn’t think that this time I was going to cum with no attention to my cock. But Rhydian persisted, and I did. Spectacularly.
His tongue must feel strained this morning. Oh god. I’m glad he is behind that newspaper.
“You were born in this city?” he says suddenly and I nearly drop my watermelon.
“Um, yeah? Born and raised.”
“So you know it well?” he clarifies as he peers over the top of his paper at me.
“I guess?”
The newspaper snaps closed and thumps down onto the bright white table cloth. “Today you will show me London from a human perspective.”
What now? I stare at him blankly as my mind tries to process what he has just said. Is this his way of asking me on a date? Did he enjoy yesterday as much as I did? The Instagram stuff, not the ass eating. Well, okay, maybe both.
He is still staring at me. He doesn’t need me to agree, he just flipping barked an order at me and I am his pet. What does he want?
“Okay?” I try.
He nods sharply and flows to his feet. A leash appears from inside his robes and he clips it onto my collar deftly, before I’ve even had a chance to blink.
My body remembers to scurry after him before I get dragged along. I turn slightly and throw my half-eaten slice of watermelon onto the table. I have nothing to wipe my hands and mouth with, except for my silk robes, so they will have to do.
