Page 30 of Night's Fall
That was laser hit one.
Laser hit two was his sheer size.
I knew he was tall and built, you couldn’t miss it in his public appearances, how he often dwarfed anyone around him.
But last night,I’dbeen so muddled by all that was happening, it hadn’t struck me just how much of him there was.
And how delicious was every inch.
It was then, the smell permeated the tumbles of my brain.
My gaze jolted down to his hands.
In one, his fingers were wrapped around the handle of a drink carrier that held two beverages.
In the other was a bag printed in well-known blue and yellow stripes.
He lifted the bag, turning it my way, exposing the illustration on the broad side of the peg-legged, wild-haired, patch-eyed, maniacally grinningCaptainJacquesofCaptainJacques’sFishandChips.
As my stupefied gaze took inCaptainJacques,PrinceAleksei’ssilk wove around me. “Ithought we’d share lunch.”
I forced my eyes to his. “You…you bought meCaptainJacques’s?”
“You piqued my curiosity.”
Right.
Well.
Dang.
That was…
HolyLilith.
It was sweet, and…and…
Actuallycute.
Uh…
Wow.
PrinceAlekseicould becute.
He glanced around my space, and more embers sparked, these tense and anxious.
My loft was large, seeing as it took up the whole floor.
And it was every inchme.
What it was not, was elegant or palatial.
Along the left side of the loft was my bathroom, which had doors to the main space and to my closet, something that separated it from my bedroom.
In front of that wall was my dining room table, an oval of glass over curved lines of wood slashing in various ways to support it.Ithosted eight comfortable, upholstered chairs, those also a study of curves, in cream.Overthis, three crystal-covered lamp drones hovered, currently unlit.
To the back was a long bar with four mismatched stools on the outside, a variety of cookware hanging from a rack above it.Opposite, there was a long counter and the uninterrupted slant of windows (whichInow saw, with a sinking stomach, needed to be cleaned, inside and out).Allof this made up my kitchen.
