He so didn't want to.
"Now, George."
George clenched his hands then pressed them flat against his thighs as he turned to look at Leon. He kept his eyes lowered to Leon's collarbone. He just didn't have it in him to look the man straight in the face.
"I don't know what any of this means, George. But I do know I was given an assignment, and I'm not going to leave until it's over. Do you understand?"
George nodded even as he closed his eyes to hide the tears that sprang up. If those words didn't answer any questions he might have about Leon accepting their mating, he didn't know what did.
"We're supposed to go to lottery headquarters in a couple of hours." George turned away before he opened his eyes, not wanting Leon to see the tears gathering in them. "I'm going to make us something to eat. There are clean towels on the shelf in the bathroom if you want to take a shower."
George stood then walked to his dresser. He could feel Leon watching him as he grabbed clean clothes out of his dresser and pulled them on. He pretended not to notice, but Leon's gaze was like a burning caress across his skin.
Once he was finished dressing, George walked to the doorway. He paused with the door open and glanced back at Leon, still keeping his eyes lowered. "Is there anything specific you'd like for breakfast?"
"Just coffee if you have it," Leon replied. "I'm not much of a breakfast eater."
George gave a curt nod before exiting the bedroom, making sure he pulled the door closed behind him. He heard the shower come on before he even reached the kitchen.
George quickly made a fresh pot of coffee then walked over to look in the fridge. The second he tried to decide what to eat, his stomach rebelled. He barely made it to the trash can before throwing up. Luckily, he hadn't eaten breakfast yet, so there was very little in his stomach.
He made his way over to the sink on shaking legs. After washing his mouth out, he wiped his face with a paper towel. He braced his hands on the edge of the counter and just breathed. This was not starting off to be a good day.
George jumped when the front door flew open. He knew it was Ford, but he was still unsettled.
"Morning, rich man," Ford called out.
"I'm in the kitchen." George walked over to the coffee pot, wishing it would percolate just a little faster. He could really use a cup right about now. It was barely eight o'clock in the morning, and his nerves were already fried. That didn't bode well for how the rest of his day was going to go.
"I'm making a fresh pot of coffee," he told Ford when the man walked into the kitchen. "You want a cup?"
"Yeah, that sounds good." Ford glanced around. "Where's your boyfriend?"
"Ma—" George cleared his throat. "He's in the shower."
Ford was standing next to him in an instant. "George."
"Ford."
"What were you going to say?"
George winced.
"George."
"I sort of…um…bit Leon this morning."
Ford's eyebrows lifted. "You bit him?"
"During sex."
Ford's jaw dropped. "Dude, you…" He turned and leaned back against the counter then wiped his hand down his face. "You fucking bit your bodyguard while having sex with him?"
George grimaced and dropped his gaze down to the counter. "I felt the bond kick in."
"Oh my god," Ford gasped. "You can't mate a human. It's against clan law."
"Too late." Way too late.
