“Cateyes?” My brows rose.
“Yes. Golden brown, almost yellow like a cat's eyes. They turn gold in the sun.”
“And when I wear purple, apparently.”
Gunrel grinned at last, and it looked good on him. Hopefully, the purple would look good on me. I pulled off my jacket and tossed it on the bed. Gunrel stepped back, leaned against a bedpost, and watched.
I cocked my head at him. “Turn around, please.”
“I don't want to.”
I laughed. “All right then. But I can't be held accountable for what my magnificent body does to you.”
Gunrel chuckled. “We don't have time for your body to do anything to me.”
“Damn it!” I snarled.
He straightened. “What?”
“Now, I have a hard-on!”
Gunrel burst out laughing. “All right, human. I'll wait in the outer room.” He strode away, and I grinned to myself.
I knew men. I knew them very well, and I knew how to work with what I had to arouse them. Not just my body, but also my wit. My humor. It takes more than a fine ass to get another fine ass in bed. And I'd never had a Dragon, fine ass or not.
I kicked off my boots and shoved down my pants, my thoughts already focused on the night to come, and how I would be coming too. I was gonna ride a Dragon in another way, and I suspected it would be even better than flying.
Chapter Four
I expected to meet the Dragon King in his throne room, with him seated on his throne. That's not exactly what happened.
Gunrel and I were walking down one of the tidy corridors when the Dragon King of Latur came striding toward us from the other direction. Gunrel kept going, so I followed his lead. We only stopped when the King was about four feet away. Gunrel bowed. I bowed.
Then I peeped up through my bangs.
The King was staring at me. No emotion on his face, utterly indifferent as advertised. But then something shifted in his stare. Flickered. It was just a second, but I swear I saw . . . something. Something far from indifferent. Something that made me shiver.
“Rise,” the King said, his voice neither high nor low, just a mellow in between.
I was surprised by it. After the way his appearance affected me, I expected his voice to zing straight through me. But it was just one word. Maybe it would get better.
“Sir Gunrel, you have succeeded in your mission. You have my gratitude.”
Nope. Nothing. I didn't feel anything because there was nothing for me to respond to. The King's tone was bland. Utterly unbefitting of his face.
“It was my honor to acquire you a gardener, Your Majesty.”
“Ugh!” I couldn't help it. That word. That horrible, annoying word. “I'm not a gardener!”
The Dragon King blinked.
Sir Gunrel winced.
Then I remembered who I was meeting. “Shit! Sorry, Your Majesty. Sorry for saying shit too. Fuck, now I've said it twice. Oh, son of a bitch! Now I've said fuck, bitch,andshit.” I clamped a hand over my mouth.
The Dragon King's jaw dropped, his eyes widened, and he made a soft sound of amazement.
Gunrel froze.
