Lord Cato’s head snapped back. His cheeks flamed.
I lifted my eyes to the ceiling and sighed heavily. I didn’t even bother to look down. “Well, you’ve succeeded, Lord Otto. You’ve made Lord Cato uncomfortable and regret his words. Will youpleasestop talking about my vagina now?”
“I suppose so,” Lord Otto hummed. “For now.”
“Wonderful,” Lord Belshazzar hissed. His patience was shattered and nowhere to be seen. His frigid gaze hit every one of the lords. “How about we actually do what we came here to do?”
Lord Pippin griped, “I’m all for that.”
Lord Cato sneered. “I bet you are.”
Lord Belshazzar pointed a sharp finger at the front of the plane. “Everyone, get the fuck out. Master Niallan’s friends have arrived by now, and our guards are waiting for instructions. Try to act like the damn lords you are. We areunitedwhile we deal with this. No arguments. No personal shit.”
I ran my fingers through my sleep tossed hair, attempting to look presentable. It would be hard since my clothes were wrinkled from a full day of travel, our only stop today to have our jet refueled.
The lords started walking to the stairs.
Except for one.
Lord Belshazzar was seemingly our current herder. He jerked his head to the front of the plane. His eyes were still narrowed. “You, too. Get going.”
My lips thinned. He was really angry.
I grabbed my coat, and grumbled, “I’m hurrying.”
He licked his teeth in irritation, his features pinched, while he watched me shove my arms into my jacket.
I flicked a cross look his way as I fiddled with my zipper, the damn thing stuck.
With the plane now emptied, he stepped right in front of me. His tall stature towered over my small height. His words were only for my ears, demanding, “Did you love him?”
I ground my teeth together and then kept my voice at the same level as his so no one else would hear this conversation. “I wanted to marry him. What do you think? Of course, I loved him.”
“And now?” His head cocked. “Do you want to stop our interaction together? Do you want to try being with him again?”
“No. To all those questions.” I jerked on my zipper hard. It still didn’t move. I dropped my arms to my sides and stared right into his eyes. “But if I did want to stop with you, what would you say?”
His cold eyes were so frigid, while a horrible little smile lifted his lips. Not a peep from him. He loomed even closer, his hard body pressing against mine.
I tilted my head way back and held his gaze. “That, my lord, is what I thought.” I lifted a black brow and showed some fang in my ill-humor. “So quit being a jackass and help me with my freaking zipper.”
Lord Belshazzar mirrored me, lifting his opposite eyebrow. A bit of fang showing too. “Say please.”
I licked my bottom lip and then growled, “Please.”
His eyes dipped to my mouth, and his hands slid between our bodies. My coat was zipped before I even took a breath. The lord’s blue eyes lifted to my blue eyes, his regard still ruthless and cold. Mysteries and truths lay hidden beneath that hardened gaze.
His stare wholly captured mine. “Work fucks are different than personal fucks, Gwen.”
My head snapped back in shock.What?
I babbled, “We’re going there?”
He scratched at the stubble on his chin. “I think so.”
“Youthinkso?” I blinked.
He hissed, “Work with me here.”
