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I would admit to being very specific about my wording, though. She would never have to worry about her job because she’d be provided for whether she chose to stay working with me or not. She was mine now and I’d do everything in my power to ensure she had everything she needed.

“I’ll show you around,” I told her. Her tiny hand in mine was the perfect fit.

Chapter Eleven

Penelope

My heart is going to beat out of my chest.

Dristan was taking me around his home, showing me where everything was, but I couldn’t focus. All I noticed was how his big palm cradled mine so gently. I peered up at his handsome green face, his tusks gleaming under the overhead lights.

When he opened the door at the end of the corridor—closest to the bedroom he’d given to me—I wasn’t paying attention. That was until I saw the giant sleigh bed in the middle.

This is his.

On the wall to the right there were antique weapons hung and artifacts that I couldn’t wait to explore. I searched everywhere for any traces of a female, even going so far as to boldly barge into his bathroom with the pretense of exploring the new space.

Nothing. Not a single product that could even be misconstrued as feminine. Relief swept through me and I almost lost my footing. I don’t know what I would have done if this male was taken, but now I didn’t have to find out.

Still, I narrowed my eyes at him when I stepped out of the bedroom. “Will anyone else be living here?” I asked, not bothering to adjust my tone to anything that could be construed as polite. There was an accusation there and if he had any sense, he’d know it.

His eyes twinkled, but he shook his head. “Rudgar moved out years ago even though I have his bedroom ready for him at any time and Fionel comes over, but never to stay,” he said.

My heart melted at the way he talked about his adult brother as though he was still a child. Dristan had clearly had a hand in raising him and even though I didn’t know his full story, I’d read up on him in the library every chance I could get.

I knew that his parents had passed away and left the business to him when he’d still been a teenager. I didn’t let it warm me to him yet, though.

“I suppose you’ll have a lot of visitors then,” I said, a fake, sticky sweetness in my voice.

Dristan didn’t hide his chuckle then. “I told you already, Penelope. I don’t play well with others.”

I ignored the way my name coming from him always seemed to send me into a spiral of lust. His rough voice contoured itself to the syllables like it was made for them.

“I noticed,” I drawled, but decided that I would be direct. Tipping my chin back to face him as head-on as I could, I crossed my arms over my chest. “Do you have a wife or girlfriend?” I demanded.

His eyes only dipped for a second, pure male appreciation entering his gaze before he brought it back up to meet mine. “No,” he said simply, before tilting his head to the side, his eyes narrowing with challenge and annoyance. “And you? Do you have a male?”

Knowing that I needed to respond—especially after expecting him to do the same, I shook my head. Satisfaction bled from every pore of his big, gorgeous green body. “Good,” he purred, sending a pulse to my clit that did nothing for the libido I’d been trying to smother for the past few weeks.

“N-not that it makes a difference,” I stuttered, clearing my throat as I backed my way out of his bedroom.

There was something inside of me that was aware that this primal male was a threat—in the best possible way—and I was trying not to trigger a response from him. Not yet, anyway.

Not ever.

I tried snapping at my inner skank, but she was too busy eyeing the bulge in his pants again. I’d noticed that Dristan’s cock was ready for me at any moment, but he was my boss and there was no way I’d be acting on that.

That was a good way to get myself fired and lose the only hope I had of saving my parents’ house. I couldn’t let that happen. Now more than ever, it was important to keep this male at a distance. I needed this opportunity too much to blow it.

No matter how good he’d taste.

Bitchslapping skanky Penelope didn’t seem to be working as well as I hoped it would. I swallowed hard as I eyed the sexy orc in front of me from head to toe—not missing the way he was eyeing me right back and making skanky Penelope beg me to take him up on the offer his eyes were conveying—before exiting the room and clearing my throat.

“Is there anywhere else to see or can I go to bed?” I asked in a voice two octaves higher pitched than my usual. I turned around for his response and gasped when I saw him looming in the doorway, his big arm braced against the door jamb, so close he could touch me. His other hand was in his pockets, tucked suspiciously close to that giant cock of his.

“That’s all for now. Unless you want something else?”

I stiffened, squeezing my lips shut to stop from blurting the word you. “I’m fine,” I said, the words garbled by my closely pressed lips.

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