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Chapter Two

Cabree was walked intoa very elegant dining room, and as there was a lap decoration in place, she looked at Cavel.“You know what you have to do.”

Cavel winced, pulled out Cabree’s chair, sat down, and Cabree popped herself into his lap.

Denog suddenly looked furious.“What are you doing?”

“Well, you have a woman in your lap, and as I am smaller than Cavel, he would crush me if we arranged ourselves with your logic.”

His lap ornament was glaring at her.

Cabree nuzzled Cavel’s neck, licked his earlobe, and stroked his chest.Cavel groaned.“You are killing me.”

“Naw.I don’t think he wants more than energy.”

Denog cleared his throat.“Miss, what are you?”

“Just a standard blood-based active.”

“I tasted...”

“Pleasure.I taste like pleasure.Could be worse.Could be cotton candy.”She nuzzled Cavel again.

Denog grunted, and the young lady got off his lap.“I have gotten rid of mine.Would you return the favour?”

She turned Cavel’s head and kissed him softly.“Thank you for being my chair.”

“My pleasure.”He set her on her feet and got out of the chair.She blinked.Yeah, he had enjoyed it.

She was about to sit, but Denog pulled the chair next to him.She smiled and walked over to the chair.She sat and watched Cavel escorting the young lady from the room.She smiled.“The furniture doesn’t like me.”

He grinned.“You don’t seem shocked by it.”

“Naw, I have seen guys weighing their cocks down before.Is it so light, it will just fly away?Or does it get cold?That I can sympathize with.”

He was staring at her.“You aren’t nervous at all.”

“I am a little nervous.I can still bleed out.That’s the worst that can happen.”

“How did you learn that trick with my nose?”

“I have met drinkers before, but I am a little much.Like a liqueur on a beer diet.”