Page 53 of Monstrous Urges

Yet all Drazen does is curl his lips in slight amusement.

“Well, I supposed that’s a decent enough reason to break up with someone.”

“Amen to that,” I mutter, feeling flushed as I pick up my wine and take another sip. After I swallow, I frown when my gaze lands on his untouched glass.

“Why aren’t you drinking?”

Drazen smirks. “Is that your question?”

“Sure,” I shrug.

“Because I’m enjoying these questions too much.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m not sure how fascinating my lackluster personal life is?—”

“Then perhaps you can change the subject with your next question.”

I shrug. “Fine. Where?—”

“It’s not your turn, Ms. Crown.”

There’s a slight flex of power in his voice that should be off-putting. But for some insane reason, it’s just commanding enough to…do something to me.

I clear my throat, raising my brows. “My mistake,” I all but giggle.

Okay, maybe I should slow down on the wine.

“Have you ever had any romantic entanglements with either of your fellow managing partners?”

Okay, what the fuck.

Another question about my personal love life? At least this one’s completely easy.

“No.” I shake my head. “Not even a little. Alistair and Gabriel are, and always have been, like brothers to me. I don’t really have…” I trail off and shake my head. “Anyway.”

“No, finish what you were going to say.”

I sigh. “I was going to say I don’t really have any family. So they’re sort of my unofficial one, if that makes sense.”

“Perfect sense.”

“My turn?”

He nods.

“Why are you so interested in my personal life?”

His eyebrow quirks up. “I believe I already told you: I’d like to get to know you better, since we might be working together.”

“Well, there’s a lot of things you could ask that don’t involve my dating history, or lack thereof, Mr. Krylov,” I almost snap. “Like, my favorite food? Hobbies? Sports team? Where I summered growing up?”

“Fine. What’s your favorite food, Ms. Crown,” he growls.

“French fries,” I shrug.

“Hobbies?”

“I’m too busy for hobbies.”

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