Page 22 of Training my Human

We exited onto a roof with a slight slope for rain and melting snow but standing proved easy as there was a level platform surrounded by a glass rail with some chairs and a barbeque.

“This is cool,” I said, glancing around.

“Thanks. I missed having a yard or patio to hang out on, so I built this to have a place to get out and just breathe.” He set my wine glass on a table before hopping down the ladder to return with his glass and the bottle.

I seated myself and stared at the twinkling lights in the sky. As he took the spot beside me, I said, “Sorry Abaddon’s such an ass.”

“It’s fine. He’s still learning how things work. Gotta remember he was only born a few days ago, so he’s still adjusting.”

“There’s adjusting and delusional. You heard him. He wants to become some evil dragon overlord.”

“I don’t know if I’d say evil. Kind of depends how he does it.”

“People aren’t going to suddenly agree to let him rule over us.”

“Don’t be so sure. I’ll bet plenty of folks tired of our divisive politics might jump at the chance for something different.”

“I hardly think the LARP-ers of the world number enough to convince everyone else to accept a dragon as their ruler,” was my dry retort.

His lips quirked. “Don’t be so sure. There’s a number of ladies who love dragons, too.”

“Assuming he really is one.”

“Even if Abaddon isn’t, he’s definitely unique.”

“That he is.” I sipped my wine, and remarked, “I should stop after this glass if I’m going to drive home.”

“I’ve got a guest bedroom if you need it.”

The offer had me eyeing him. “Seriously? Not going to even try to get me into your bed?”

“It wouldn’t be very gentlemanly to take advantage of you while you’re tipsy and we barely know each other.”

My snort was very unladylike. “One, I’d need a lot more wine before I wasn’t capable of making a decision. And two, what if I want you to seduce me?” I feared I might have been too bold. Some guys didn’t like it when women made the first move.

“I’d say, why are you sitting over there when my lap is getting cold?”

My lips curved as I rose. “I thought you’d never ask.”

I lowered myself onto his thighs, one arm draped around his neck, the other still holding my wine. His arm curled around my waist and his breath brushed my earlobe as he spoke. “You’re a very unique and interesting woman, Pip.”

“I know. But you wouldn’t be the first guy to say that and then hide the fact we’re dating from his friends and family.”

“What? I’d never do that,” he exclaimed. “I meant it in a good way. You’re bold. Speak your mind. Fearless.”

“How would you know I’m not scared of stuff?”

“Not too many women would have seen a wild lizard and decided to cuddle it in bed.”

“Never had a pet growing up,” I admitted. “Granny said the trailer was already too small for the pair of us.”

“Whereas I always had something. A hamster when I was real young. Then a dog named Ruff. A few budgies. And finally, Princess.”

“I have to ask how you ended up with her because she is not what I pictured you having.”

“I found her. Or should I say, she chose me. I’d gone to the animal shelter to adopt a dog. Only this kitten escaped its cage and ran for me. Literally climbed my leg and sat on my shoulder. Refused to budge. Dug in her claws so tight she drew blood.”

“And you decided to adopt her?”

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