Page 37 of Right Next Door
That was it! Nothing about her trip to the healer, almost dying,nothing! Perfect strangers would have shown her more concern than that.
Nope. No. She was done. She wasn’t going to be involved with this idiot any further. She was going to save the money she needed to get out then bail as soon as she could.
Maybe it had been a mistake to come here. But it wasn’t like she had another choice. The only thing waiting for her back home was a friend that had betrayed her and a cop that was going to see her punished for daring to defy him.
So, screw Tsok. Screw this whole mating nonsense!
She was just fine alone, thank you very much!
And that’s what she told him. She was fine.
So, why was he looking at her like she had just declared she was about to break down?
“What?” She asked again, a bit sharper this time.
“Is there something wrong with the manor?”
“Huh?”
Unprepared for that incredibly random question, all she could do was shake her head. But before she could grasp what the heck that was supposed to mean, he asked another completely nonsensical question.
“Is there a problem with your allowance? Your staff?”
“Wait, calm down,” she waved her hands, trying to ward off any further queries. “What are you talking about?”
“You said you were fine.”
“And I am. Fine.”
He frowned. “I would fix whatever problem you are having if you would just tell me what it is.”
“What are you going on about?” She crossed her arms, trying not to snap at him. Best not to piss off the sugar daddy until she got her own sugar factory producing enough goodies.
“Or is it the party that’s displeasing you?” He looked around, like he was trying to spot something offensive in this absolutely darling garden.
“I’m not displeased,” she said, biting back the urge to say more. Not like he cared. Or even actually noticed anything wrong. She had no idea what set him off so suddenly like that, but it certainly wasn’t her almost dying, so did it really matter?
Tsok gave her a dissecting look. “You sound displeased.”
“I’m displeased with this conversation,” she mumbled. She thought it was under her breath, but she had apparently underestimated how good his hearing was because his ears dropped back in a way that definitely wasn’t cute enough to make her want to squeal. Certainly not enough to soften her annoyance with him.
No way was she getting suckered by a pretty, fuzzy face. No way!
Be strong, ladies, she told her aggravatingly eager vag and ovaries. They were not inclined to listen. If she hadn’t had it turned off, she’d think she was ovulating. Fuck, maybe she still was. Maybe that medicine she got the other day was like antibiotics and birth control.
Or maybe she was a weak hoe who wanted to be ravished by the cat man. Damn it! She hated that she knew it was the second one.
“What have I said that displeased you?” Tsok asked, frowning. “Truly, I don’t think I said anything that bad. But I would ask that you tell me what it is so I can learn.”
“It’s nothing.”
He furrowed his brow. “That is not helpful to either of us.”
“Huh?”
“Refusing to tell me why you’re upset will not facilitate further conversation. Furthermore, I cannot fathom what I’ve done wrong.”
“Oh, really?” She snapped, hackles raising. “You can’tfathomit?”
