Page 103 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family
His eyes stayed on mine as he slid my phone back into my hands. “Yeah, Bay. You helped.”
I grinned. “So that means I’m official now?”
Before he could answer, I tapped my finger against his chest, making a mock gun motion. “I’m in the game.”
Emir barked out a laugh, shaking his head. “Hell no. You will never be that close to what I do.”
I pouted, but he just pulled me closer, gripping my waist. “Trust me, you don’t want that shit on your conscience. Just know I got you.”
“Because my man is a shooter?”
He smirked again with his hands gripping my ass as he lifted me onto the counter. “Damn right.”
Emir had lefta little while ago and I was still lounging in his kitchen, scrolling through my phone when a knock at the door pulled my attention.
I frowned, pushing up from my seat. Nobody ever just showed up here so I pulled up the cameras like Emir showed me and noticed his mother standing on his front porch. I quickly raked my fingers through my hair and immediately pulled the door open. “Mrs. Corvidae, hey.”
She slowly raised a brow and I grinned. “Elena, sorry.”
I stepped back. “Come in.”
She took her time crossing the threshold and her eyes moved around the house like she was cataloging everything. I couldn’t blame her. If I walked into my son’s house and found a woman here half-dressed I would have questions too.
“I was looking for Emir,” she said smoothly. “But clearly, I missed him.”
I nodded. “He’s with Yair and Kades.”
“I figuredbutyou’re here.”
I wasn’t sure if that was a question or a statement. Either way, I lifted my chin. “I am.”
Something passed over her face, curiosity, maybe a little amusement. Then she surprised me.
“Well, I don’t plan on leaving just yet. Since I’m here, how about lunch?”
I blinked. “You want to have lunch?”
She raised a brow. “You don’t eat?”
I nodded. “I do.”
“Good,” she said, making herself comfortable at the table. “Then go ahead and make us something.”
I bit my lip, amused at how easily she decided to stay, but I liked that she was comfortable with me. I damn sure wasn’t intimidated just because she was Emir’s mother.
I moved around the kitchen and decided to make something quick, pulling out what I needed for sandwiches. She watched me thoughtfully as I worked.
“You’re comfortable here.”
I glanced up. “Should I not be?”
“I didn’t say that.”
I shrugged, finishing up the sandwiches and setting a plate in front of her before grabbing two bottles of water.
She picked up her sandwich, studying me over the top of it. “You and my son are new, yeah?”
I hesitated, wiping my hands on a napkin. “Yes, we’re new.”
