It was him.
TheKing.
He stood in the doorway ofmybedroom like he belonged there, as if he’d been invited. And he most definitely had not been invited, nor did he belong in my house.
At all.
But it was him, his golden hair free and brushing the full breadth of his shoulders, his plain black shirt following the lines and curves of his muscles.
All I could do was stare at him.
One side of his lips curved upward. “Good morning.”
I sat up so fast I startled Dixon. The cat stood, shooting me a baleful glare before hopping off the bed. “What are you doing in here?”
“Tink let me in.” He glanced down as Dixon brushed against his leg, the cat’s tail high. “You know, most people usually respond with ‘good morning’ when they are given that greeting.”
“I don’t care what most people do,” I exclaimed, promising myself that I would straight-up murder Tink. Which was a promise that I made a lot. “Why are you up here? Inmybedroom?”
Reaching down, the King scratched the cat’s head, earning himself a rather loud purr from the feline. “I wanted to see you.”
It took me a moment to get my tongue to work. “I think I made it pretty clear the other night that I have no interest in seeing you.”
“I know.” The King gave Dixon one more pat, and the cat scampered off down the hall. The fae rose to his full height, those tawny eyes meeting mine. “But we both know that’s not true.”
“I-I—” I sputtered in disbelief. “You’re out of your mind. Seriously.”
“I was never in it.” His gaze flickered over my face and then moved lower, lingering. “Definitely not now.”
My brows puckered as my gaze followed his to the deep vee in my sleep shirt. The pale pink top had slipped off my shoulder, and the material was thin enough to reveal that there was a chill in the room. That was the reason my nipples were hard. It hadabsolutely nothing to do with the King’s presence or the way he was staring at me.
Nope. Not at all.
I clenched the edges of the blanket. “You could’ve just waited until I got up.”
“I’m not very patient.” He strode forward, and I tensed, my eyes glued to him as he sat on the bed—mybed.
“I didn’t say you could sit down.”
“I know.”
I stared at him.
The King stared back, his infuriatingly sexy half-grin appearing. “I wanted to talk.”
“About?”
His gaze flicked from me to the wall. “About Aric.”
Every muscle locked up. That was unexpected. “And this couldn’t wait until later? Like when I’m not in bed?”
“No.”
“No?”
“I’ve found catching you off guard makes conversation with you easier.”
My brows slammed down. “I don’t think that was a compliment.”
