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Afterseveral mindless seconds,Idragged myself back to reality. “I’llget a towel.”
“Okay.”
Iwet a facecloth with warm water and then gently wiped the evidence of my desire from her creamy breasts.OnceIcleaned her up, we climbed into my bed, legs entwined and wrapped in each other’s arms.Whatbliss.Thiswas a feeling of contentmentI’dnever experienced.Inever wanted this moment to end.
Dumont,one of my sentriesinterrupted my thoughts.
Isnapped into focus.Whatis it?
Wehad a report from outside the city.Apossible sighting.
Ofwhat?
Apause followed.Aphoenix.
CHAPTER 12
ELOISE
Iwoke and blinked my eyes open.Sunlightdrifted into the room thatIrecognized asDumont’s, butIsensed he wasn’t here.Hewasn’t behind me and holding me close.Ididn’t even feel his weight pressing down on the mattress.WhenIscooted back, his side of the bed was cold.
Wherewas he?
Abolt of fear for his safety propelled me to sit up.Onthe bedside table was a note scrawled on tan paper.
Eloise
Ihad to run out.Shouldbe back for dinner withAnyaandHugo.Ifnot,I’llbe back as soon asIcan.
~D
Iexhaledand ran my hands through my hair, somewhat reassured that he was all right.Withoutany reason to think he was in danger,Ishouldn’t work myself up, fearing that was the case.Hewas a commander in charge of protecting a city.Havingto run out without much notice could be a regular occurrence for him.Ifwe were going to be in a relationship, that was somethingIneeded to get used to.
Wait, there was no need to jump ahead.Neitherof us had spoken about what went on between us leading to anything more.Itwas just a fling.Right?Itwould be foolish to think it was anything otherwise, simply because we’d spent so much time together lately.Thatwas out of necessity.Hewas a gargoyle who felt a call to protect others, which in this case, happened to be me.
Afterbeing up withDumontlast night,I’dslept in.Iclimbed out of bed and dropped my bare feet to the floor.SinceIhadn’t put any clothing back on last night,Ipadded into the bathroom naked.Ooh, that soreness from the other night was all but gone.Onething unexpected about our fling was how soreI’dbe afterward.WhowasIkidding?Thatshould be a given with a gargoyle.
Tonight,I’dbe ready for him.Althoughlast night had been phenomenal, even without intercourse,Iwanted him inside me again.
Itook a long, hot shower and replayed every delicious part of the night before.WhenIwashed my breasts and torso,Iremembered how he’d marked me and then so carefully cleaned me up.Wow,Icould get used to being spoiled by him.Noone had ever treated me with such attention.
Don’tdelude yourself.Youtwo are notAnyaandHugo.It’sjust a fling.
Itookextra time with my appearance and evaluated different options in my limited clothing choices with whatIhad here.Finally,Idecided on a white sundress with daisies on it, one thatI’dordered afterDumontinsisted on buying me clothes.Itwould show off my shoulders and neck, both areas that he appeared to enjoy touching or kissing.Iwanted to look good for him.
Istill had hours to kill before dinner and did so reading, playing on my phone, and watching some mindless sitcom reruns.
Finally, it was time for dinner.Oh,Ihoped he’d make it back for dinner.Otherwise, the anxiety switches would be turned back on andI’dworry, all while sitting there like a third wheel asAnyaandHugoexchanged googly eyes.
Itmight be too breezy this early, soIgrabbed a pale-pink cardigan in case we went out on the rooftop.
AsIapproached the dining area, the muffled sound of a man’s voice reached me.Mypulse quickened.WasthatDumont?
“Itlikely means that he’s back.”
Yes, that wasDumont’svoice.Ipaused.Whowas back?AlthoughIshouldn't eavesdrop, something about his tone set me on edge.
“Howthe hell did he manage that?”Hugoboomed.
