Page 166 of Heir of the Beast

I look down at my short jean shorts with a high waist, paired with an off-the-shoulder white blouse. I look killer. But this must be a shock for Apollo, coming from a world that is very formal.

He stands up, eyes devouring me. “I do not understand this world. It leaves very little to the imagination.”

I laugh. “What were you thinking of?”

“You.”

I frown. “Good or bad?”

“Let’s walk and talk.” He winks at me, smacking my ass as I pass him. “I can’t believe men in this world are able to function with their women wearing such things. I can almost see your ass in this.”

I feel him grab me there, seemingly unable to keep his hands off me, making me laugh.

“It’s just the style, people here are used to it,” I say, and look back, seeing him still eyeing my body from behind like I am naked. “So, what were you thinking?”

We make it outside on the busy streets and I turn again to wait for him to catch up. He is purposely walking slow. “Apollo?”

He looks up at me with confusion, making me laugh again. These shorts seem to have him mystified. “I asked about what you were thinking?”

Apollo grins and grabs my hand, bringing it to his lips. “I was wondering if you will be happy with me, or if you will miss this crazy place.”

Apollo’s eyes widen when a dude with a green mohawk walks by in a dog collar and Gothic clothing.

I chuckle into his muscled arm. His face is priceless.

“Apollo, I will be very happy with you, you can trust me. I know we have had our issues, but I have nothing left to hide.

“Honestly though,” I kiss his warm shoulder, never wanting to let go, “I don’t care where I am at as long as I’m with you.”

He looks down at me, a blond ringlet falling free. “No more secrets between us, Angel.”

“Agreed.” I pull his arm so he will lean down, kissing his soft lips. ~Yum.~ “People are taking your picture.” I giggle in his mouth.

He glances up and sees a few camera phones aimed at us.

“They probably think you’re some celebrity or a fitness model,” I say, and grab his arm tighter. ~He is mine, ladies~.

Apollo glances down at me. “I’m pretty sure you in those shorts are causing the fuss. I am having a hard time watching these men staring at your legs without losing my temper.”

I smile~. I disagree.~

Apollo is unnaturally hot. It does not take a genius to see that. “Where are we going?”

“Over here.”

I falter just a bit. It’s where this all started. Where Cherie and I first saw Pierce standing there with his amused smirk.

That day forever changed my life.

I look to my left and see Mrs. Martinez, the Burrito Lady, and I freeze. Longing crashes through me.

This woman makes the best burritos in all the universe, I’ll place money on it. She carries a large cooler full of tinfoil-wrapped, steaming-hot, green chili burritos.

“Apollo!” I say, dragging his arm with me, startling him. “Have you ever had a burrito?!” I need to contain my excitement. I glance back to him, pulling him harder.

He looks confused as he follows me.

I am about to rock his world.

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