She broke free of my arms and continued to walk down the path. I watched her for a few moments, dressed in black with wisps of my ward around her, hips swaying as she walked away. Quen looked like she belonged in Elysia as much as I did. I wondered if in another life…
I quickly shook the thoughts from my head, surprised that they’d flourished in the first place. That was a dangerous line of thought that didn’t need entertaining. Quentin belonged back on earth with the rest of the ordinary mortals.
Jogging, I caught up with her and guided her towards a small boutique I knew Larkin and Sloan frequented. When we entered, a minor God appeared, bowing, and Quentin rolled her eyes. She’d done it every time she’d seen someone bow to me, and I enjoyed the fact it irritated her.
“Lord Grayson.” The minor God looked at Quentin, tipping her head to the side. “Mortal?”
“No concern of yours,” I told her briskly. “I’m looking for a dress for my nephew’s gifting ball.”
“Of course. Did you have anything in mind? Colour? Cut?”
“Blue. Something that hugs her figure.”
“Gray,” Quen started.
“Trust me.”
Modesty wasn’t really an option among the Gods. Not when you could have pride and ego on display. Plus, what she was wearing now wasn’t exactly covering her curves, so why worry?
Ah.
Quentin’s thoughts were loud and clear as she watched the minor God walk away.
It was one thing to have a dozen divinely attractive beings around you. It was another entirely when you were one of two people in Elysia who were so obviously flawed.
“Gray,” she said. “Do I have to attend tonight?”
It wasn’t often I’d seen her doubt herself, but I disliked it. She had no reason to, and I had no idea how to stop it.
“It’d be a shame if you didn’t.”
The minor God returned to us and led us through to a large changing room. On the rail sat a variety of blue dresses for Quentin to try on. Dropping into a chair in the room, I gestured to them.
“Knock yourself out,” I told her before turning to the minor God. “You can leave us now.”
“Are you sure there won’t be anything else, sir?”
I looked at her, and she faltered under my gaze before bowing her head and leaving us alone.
“Well, we don’t have all day,” I said, turning back to Quen.
“Get out.”
“Oh, please. I’ve seen you naked plenty of times.”
She flushed again, and the doubt filled her mind, lifting me to my feet and causing me to stride over to her.
“Would you like to explain to me why you’re so shy all of a sudden?” Placing my hands on her hips, I turned her to look at me, but she dropped her gaze. “Scott.”
I kissed her neck gently, and she brought her hands up to my chest.
“Stop,” she whispered.
“Is that what you want?” My teeth grazed along the soft flesh, and her pulse picked up. “You’ve never been shy around me.”
One of my hands moved to her back and found the zipper of her dress, dragging it open.
“I’m still not shy around you,” she told me quietly, and I smiled against her skin.
