Page 19 of Rescued By The Dragon

Shifting, his heat warmed my skin, and lust pooled in my lower stomach. I knew he could sense it, it was written on the smug smile on his face.

“I need to get back inside before she comes back looking for me.”

“Can I come see you tonight? You owe me an explanation on why you’re running from me.”

“My stepmother heard us talking last night,” I whispered. “If she finds you in my room—,”

“What will happen?” he teased. “She’ll kick The Dragon Prince out of her house?”

“No,” I said. “She’ll wait until you leave and punish me; kick me out, or whatever to get me away from you. She doesn’t want me to be happy. She feels stuck with me, and I think she hates that I’m going to inherit the restaurant—

"Where is she, Frankie?"

Dorran lowered his wings and stepped back from me. Reaching over, he opened a window that was locked and offered me his hand. “Go through here. It’s the bathroom, right?”

I nodded.

Dorran’s rough palm enveloped mine, and he used the other to help shove me through the small space. His fingers slipped along my upper thigh causing a deep heat to puddle in my veins.

When I turned around to thank him, he was leaning through the window, closer than before. “I will see you tonight, Little Mouse. You let me deal with your stepmother. You’ll be safe with me.”

He slammed the window and disappeared before I blinked.

The bathroom door opened, and my stepmother filled the doorframe. “Where the hell have you been? I’ve been searching for you,” she said.

I splayed my palm across my stomach. “My stomach is still upset from last night.”

She quirked an eyebrow. "Hmm. I want to see the applications that you have picked out. I’ll be conducting the interviews.”

Great. She'd pick based on looks.

“Sure. I’ll email them over to you now,” I said, digging my phone from my back pocket. With shaky hands, from being so close to Dorran, I emailed her the ones that sounded the best.

She lingered in the doorway. “You’re being more weird than usual,” she said. “Your fifteen-minute break is over. I need you out front.”

The door slammed behind her.

Sliding my hands over my hair, I walked through the kitchen to see Frankie eyeing me suspiciously. I ignored his stare and walked back onto the floor.

My entire body was hot.

Each step I took reminded me of how rubbery my legs were.

I could still taste and feel his breath on my skin.

Why he was pursuing me was still the elephant in the room. But I would be stupid not to at least entertain the idea that The Dragon Prince could be interested in me.

What was the worst that could happen?

Zella took a picture of the meal I cooked for the night and proceeded to post it on her social media account. I couldn’t even care. I couldn’t stop thinking about Dorran coming to see me.

I shoveled another bite of casserole into my mouth.

“Where is the fire, Amara?” Stasa asked. “You’re shoveling it in like you haven’t eaten in days. That’ll go straight to your thighs.” She smiled. “I would watch it. You wouldn’t want to miss your chance with The Dragon Prince.”

Zella laughed. “Right, because he’s going to choose her out of the entire Kingdom.”

Stasa chuckled. “Did you dump the entire container of cheese into this casserole, Amara? Geesh," she said, holding up her fork and watching the cheese fall to her plate.

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