Page 44 of Never Flirt with a Dragon

“Emotions. Desire. Pain. Interest.” He lifted a shoulder. “Everything.”

“Well, that’s intense.”

“Yeah. The beast in me is still trying to adjust to your scent. Anything that disturbs it feels wrong. You belong to me—so it’s my job to understand you. My instincts believe so, anyway.”

“Well, that sucks for you. I don’t even think I understand me sometimes.”

He chuckled. “I can think of worse problems to have.”

Like being trapped in a mountain with a stranger, maybe?

I couldn’t say that aloud, though.

And ultimately, he had just called me a problem.

“Does that ability just vanish when we make it through heat without sealing the bond?”

His amusement disappeared. “I don’t know. I can ask August.”

“That would be good to find out, so we can be prepared.”

He dipped his head, but didn’t say anything else.

seven

RANDA

We sat in silence for a few minutes, before I finally went over to the couch and picked up my laptop. It could be either a tablet or computer, which I loved.

Opening it up, I went to my emails and started going through the messages I’d received for work.

Jasper continued cleaning my things while I typed up an email explaining the temporary mating process I’d gotten myself roped into. I emphasized that I had no control over anything but would do my best to get my work done early just in case. I didn’t know how the woman who owned the company would respond, but I couldn’t not send the email.

I forced myself to sketch out the start of my next art piece when I finished that. My entire body hurt, and I was sweating so badly I could see it on my borrowed gray tee, but I needed to get something done.

The response email came in faster than I expected—and surprised the hell out of me.

It was a text from the woman who owned the company, Sue.

Sue

We’re already ahead, four weeks won’t kill us. If you can’t get anything done until then, we’ll figure something out

But I’m going to need photographic evidence of this potential mate bond

Since there’s a dragon shifter involved.

I stared down at it.

Was she serious?

She had to be serious.

She was obsessed with books; that was why she’d started the company in the first place. So I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised by her message. Our conversations were always casual, but she was still my boss.

Me

How many pictures?

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