Page 55 of Mystique of the Fallen
Barely holding in his sigh, Grant wound his way through the building. “Me too. I like sleeping with you.”
“Bring me a donut tomorrow and you can spend the weekend with me.”
Grant grinned and wanted to whoop with excitement. The more he was with Roman, the greater his craving for the man. “You’re getting a whole fucking box of donuts, cutie patootie.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“Okay, hardass. I have a meeting with Grymmie. Talk to you in a bit. Friday’s a few days away, but I’m packing my shit tonight, so you better not be toying with me, Calixtus.”
“I remembered you had a meeting this morning. I’ll let anyone know where you are if they come looking for you. And Grant, I want six glazed and six chocolate-covered donuts with sprinkles.”
Committing the order to memory, Grant’s brow creased as he heard loud voices on Roman’s end. “What’s going on?”
“Hang on a second,” Roman said.
Stunned that the man had put him on hold, Grant immediately wondered if there was an issue in the office with a case.
“Sorry,” Roman stated tersely a few moments later. “Say the worddonutand suddenly people are shouting out orders. Fuck Arvandus, he can get his own treats.”
“Fuck you, Roman,” Arvandus yelled loud enough that Grant heard it perfectly.
“For Fate’s sake, get some donuts yourself or ask Brynn to bake them for you,” Roman admonished.
Amused at their suddenly heated exchange over donuts, Grant tugged open the door to the Sentinel Brotherhood headquarters.
“Roman.”
Either his mate hadn’t heard or he wasn’t listening because he continued to bicker with Arvandus. Grant waved at the two men manning the large desk inside the door—Evergreen Tenebri, a necromancer-druid hybrid, and Dudley Tenebri, the sentinel formerly tied to Evergreen’s soul.
“Hey,” Grant tried again.
“Just a fucking second, Arvandus,” Roman barked. “I said get Brynn to bake them, not try to do them yourself or expect Albie to bake.”
Arvandus’s reply was heated and ripe with curses.
“Roman!” Grant finally yelled. He didn’t want to be late for his meeting, and he’d attempted to get the man’s attention several times.
“Baby, you okay?” Roman asked, his tone going from clipped to comforting in a flash. Grant’s heart swelled with affection for his beautiful mate.
“Yeah, but I gotta go,” Grant replied and noted the sharp lift of Evergreen’s dark brow. Grant didn’t have to be told that his voice had lost several decibels and grown almost syrupy in response to Roman’s solicitousness. He would be the first to admit he already had a wealth of affection for the blue-eyed man Fate had picked for his other half. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
“Sorry about the drama. But I’m sure you’re not surprised at this point that Arvandus is incapable of acting like an adult.”
Ignoring the swearing Arvandus in the background, Grant swallowed the desire to blow a kiss at Roman through the phone. He’d save the thought for later and get a real smooch from his mate when they were alone again. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
“I’ll be here waiting for you. If you have any unanswered questions after your meeting, I’ll help if I can.”
“Great. Bye.”
“Bye, baby.”
Amused that he’d looked up terms of endearment but somehow, he was the one who’d earned one, Grant smiled and pocketed his phone.
Evergreen stood and leaned on his long gray desk. “So, Grant…how’s Roman?”
“You’ve seen him. Hot as fuck and wonderfully attentive.”
“Details. I want details. Give me your list of sexiest features. How did you narrow it down? Have you experimented with touch and taste on said features?”
