I whipped my head around, facing him with a wide grin. “Kroven, this isamazing!”
He chuckled again as I leapt into his arms, his hands roaming over my back. I looked up at him. “This is incredible. Thank you for wanting me to tag along.”
“Absolutely,” He nodded, kissing my cheek sweetly. “Only the best for my boyfriend.”
“Don’t think I forgot you said that earlier,” Laughing, I poked him in the ribs. “You snuck that in so fast.”
“Was that okay?”
“Of course it was okay! Ilovedit.” I let one of my hands trail down his chest and scratch playfully at his stomach. “I’d be more than happy to show you just how much I loved it.”
His animistic growl met my ears as I felt a bulge forming in his pants against my stomach. “As absolutely lovely as that sounds,” He sighed, annoyance visible in the air. “I need to call and see when we can meet our mismatched duo.”
I feigned a pout. “You’re gonna have to make it up to me later.”
Kroven’s eyes squinted as his smile grew. “Mmm, IlikeTeasing Bas.” He bent down to whisper in my ear. “Second only to Naked Bas.”
We fell into a kiss, and just the teasing of our tongues sliding together made me stop the intimate movement, because all I wanted was more and I knew Kroven would reward me tenfold if I restrained myself.
“Can we order room service for lunch? Before we inevitably meet up with them?”
Kroven kissed my cheek, pulling out his phone in one fluid motion. “Absolutely. Feel free to order whatever you want,blomsjett.”
With a wink over his shoulder, Kroven dialed a number and pressed his phone to his ear, leaving me to mosey over to the phone by the bed and prepare to order the most outlandish things the hotel had at their disposal.
Watching Kroven with his hand on his hips, waiting for Exo or Watson to answer on the other end, I couldn’t help but think that I coulddefinitelyget used to this.
Chapter 20
After a lunch of fried food,and a quick refresh of blood for him, Kroven and I had enjoyed some alone time in bed. Granted, there was a lot more that I wanted to do with him in it other than exchanging blowjobs, but I was thankful to take what I could get. It was probably for the best, considering that we’d be dining with both Exo and Wallace Watson to discuss the blood centers being protested. Kroven had wanted as much time as possible to adjust his expectations of the evening, something I couldn’t blame him for. Something about Exo put Kroven on edge and I hoped that dinner would shed some light on why.
Hard as a tried, I couldn’t make sense of their complicated history. Did Exo have something to do with all the money Kroven said he had? And if so, how the hell had getting it made Kroven feel so guilty that he hesitated to share the ins and outs of it?
I’d also enjoyed the extra time to mentally prep myself for what I was going to say to them. I had absolutely no idea what they would ask of me, though Kroven was kind to think of some hypotheticals. Unfortunately they did nothing to ease the knotof nerves in my stomach. Only kisses and rolling around the bed playfully with Kroven had eased the worry, and I was soaking up every single moment I could with him before the dinner threatened to shatter it.
Opting to shower alone, I went through the thousand of scenarios that could play out over dinner. I just wanted to best represent myself and the perspective of one of the workers at the blood center to demonstrate just how dire it was that something be done for not just the humans working, but also the sangamar that relied on the blood centers.
Hope coursed through me as I eventually stepped out of the shower and started drying off. Wallace Watson was somehow affiliated in politics, as well as connected to the blood centers, and he needed to let whoever he needed to know that these situations at the blood centers were only getting worse and action had to take place for the betterment of all people.
Searching through my duffle that I’d set on the sink before showering, I opted for my lemon yellow button-up, seeking the extra courage wearing it always seemed to give me. I paired it with my light brown blazer and pants to match, loving how my chocolate banana ensemble was coming together.
I was putting on the brown Chelsea boots I’d brought with me when Kroven knocked on the door of the bathroom. “Come in.” Once granted entry, he took in my outfit and displayed a smirk on his face.
“Wow, you look very handsome.”
“Thanks.” I had given up on not blushing around Kroven and how his compliments performed the usual reaction to spiderweb across my face. He was wearing an all red outfit, go figure. Red button-up with a darker red pant that matched his own suit jacket. There was a splash of white in the form of his pocket square tucked away in the breast pocket of his jacket. “You look handsome as well.”
“I can’twaitto tear it off of you later.” He purred.
I stepped forward, stomping as I wagged my finger at him. “If I’m going to survive this dinner, you need to put a hold on that until we get back here, mister.”
“Mister?” He mimicked, contorting so he could politely kiss the tip of my still flared finger. “Is this a glimpse into a third Bas form? Have I had the distinct pleasure of finally meeting Bossy Bas?”
I wanted to point out that what I’d just declared wasn’t that different from what he’d proclaimed as Teasing Bas, but he swept me into an embrace as he started to kiss his way from my neck to collarbone.
“I’m really nervous.” I gulped, ending the parade of kisses on my skin as Kroven’s face hovered opposite me. “I’m not sure what to say to make sure they do something about the blood centers.”
“I know it’s a lot to think about,” Kroven nodded, soothing a hand down my arm. “But just speak on what you’ve witnessed and you’ll be fine. I have every faith that this meeting is happening because something will change. It has to. The sangamar deserve to be protected, as do humans like you for supporting them.”
