Page 84 of Smoke and Lure

Chapter Fourteen

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“On my word, littleangel, your beauty guts me.”Amaros walked out of the closet, dressed in a light-tan suit with white pinstripes, getting his mind right for the meeting to come, when he was pulled from his thoughts by the vision of loveliness standing before the window bathed in morning sunlight.

She glanced over her shoulder and gazed at him, and all he wanted to do was strip her of the clothing he’d just had Sherman, his attendant, a Prime, bring up while Michaela was in the shower.

“How do I look?”

Even from the thirty feet of distance between them, he could see the shadows clouding her features, insecurity.

“Come here, little angel,” he beckoned.

Michaela turned from the window and walked toward him, her golden-heeled sandals clicking softly on the floor as she glided toward him.

He admired the pronounced sway of her hips, incited by her balance in the high, four-inch heels that made her long legs extraordinarily longer.The seafoam green of her haltered chiffon skirt set was complemented by the pale golden-brown of her skin tone.The uneven hem of the skirt flirted with her toned legs and gave him a repeated glimpse of one of her thighs.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

She stumbled, the misstep so minuscule human eyes would not have caught it.

He knew she’d heard his words; there was no reason to shield them from her.However, her response to them gave him pause.The longer he was around Michaela, the more things about her were revealed.She seemed uncomfortable with compliments, as if no one had ever told her how breathtakingly stunning she was.He didn’t understand.

When she stopped before him, he slipped his hands into his pants pockets to keep them off her.Amaros knew if he touched her, they would never make it to breakfast with the leaders.

“You are lovely, Michaela.”

A rose tint bloomed in her cheeks.“Thank you, Amaros.I was worried about the shoes.”She glanced down at her feet, slipping one foot forward.Turning her ankle left and right, she studied the shoe.

He examined them as well, but his mind quickly thought about how the heels’ inches placed her ass at the perfect height for him to drive his cock into her if he bent her forward.

Michaela was tall for a female, but he was taller.He had a good seven inches on her.

“You don’t like the style...color?”

“I don’t know fashion, so I guess they work.”She shrugged.“I’ve never worn anything but hand-me-down sneakers...well, and hospital slippers.”

Amaros frowned.It was another tidbit about her past.There was still so much he wanted to ask her, but they needed to get downstairs, the Coven leaders would be waiting.

“We need to go.”He slipped one of his hands from his pocket and reached for hers.

“Are you sure we are not overdressed?I mean...it's just breakfast, right?”

He linked his fingers through hers and tugged her along with him.“No, and yes for the most part.”

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