Page 34 of Ra
Sliding into his seat across from her he used both hands to gesture toward his collection of soups. “I did it,” he said smugly.
“I saw that. You did well.”
“I did.” He started eating and didn’t look up again for a while.
Azi finished her food, then watched him for a little longer. “You didn’t introduce me to your friends,” she said. “I thought surely you would invite them to join us.”
“Friends?” he asked.
“The women, helping you fill and carry your bowls of soup.”
Ra watched her for a few seconds, and she had no doubt he was considering his answer. He might not have a bit of social grace, but he was far from a stupid man. “They are not my friends.”
“But they wanted to be,” Azi pointed out.
“Perhaps.”
“We could invite them,” she said, trying to find his limits.
He shook his head slowly as he lifted his last bowl of soup and drank down what was left of it. He put his bowl down and used his napkin to dab at his lips.
“Don’t you want friends?”
“I don’t need friends.”
“Because you’re Ra,” she said.
“No. Because I have you. You’re the only female I care to be friends with.”
“They might be nice,” she pushed.
“It doesn’t matter, dear Azenath.”
“Of course it does.”
“No, it does not.”
“Why not?” she asked.
“Because. They are not you.”
Azi took a few seconds to sit and soak in what he’d just said. She took in his face and the classic beauty there. She took in his chest and shoulders, sitting so perfectly postured across from her. Lastly she took in the intense look in his eyes as he patiently allowed her to look her fill. “You still haven’t figured it out, have you?”
“Figured what out?” she asked, her voice a little less confident.
“I do not have a desire to interact with any woman who is not you. You are my dear Azenath, and I am your dear god.”
Azi’s mouth dropped open just a little.
He smiled at her and turned to look out over the buffet tables of food.
“You cannot possibly still be hungry.”
“Do they offer the cheesy cakes?”
“Cheesy… oh! Cheesecake.”
“Yes. I want cheesy cake.”
