Page 35 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family
She hesitated and crossed her arms over her chest. “That’s part of what you do, isn’t it? Paying attention to people to learn everything about them so that you can… you know?”
I watched her carefully. “I have to know who they are, how they move. So, yeah, it’s part of what I do.”
Her brows pinched. “Hmm.”
“Does that bother you?”
I waited, because if she said yes, that was going to be a problem. I was who I was. That wasn’t changing and if she couldn’t handle that? We wouldn’t work.
I’d rather find out now but needed to know. She sighed and shook her head. “Unfortunately, no. That doesn’t bother me.”
A satisfied smile eased onto my face. “You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” Then she muttered, “And that probably makes me just as twisted as you.”
I barked out a laugh. “Damn, so you think I’m twisted?”
She grinned, lifting her hand and making a gun motion with her fingers. “I think you have an unconventional occupation and that makes you not like most people.”
“That would be correct. I’m one of one, beautiful.”
Her pretty ass smiled but tried hard not to.
“Back to my question. You cool with meat?”
“Can you do half veggie and cheese?” She lifted her legs and turned her back to the arm of the sofa. I grabbed both of her ankles and tugged until her calves were draped over my thighs.
“Yeah, I can do that.”
I placed the order and we spent the next couple of hours after our food arrived eating, talking, and flipping through random shows.
She stretched out on the couch, getting more comfortable. I sat next to her slouched low, legs stretched out, relaxed in a way that didn’t happen often. Somewhere between the conversation and the food, we fell into a vibe and by the time the credits rolled on some show neither of us paid attention to, she’d tucked herself against my side and was half asleep.
“You tapping out on me?”
She mumbled something under her breath, already gone.
I chuckled, grabbing the throw blanket from the armrest and tossing it over us. I could’ve left but didn’t because this shit felt right and I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
Chapter
Nine
Baylyn.
Emir spent the night with me and it felt so damn natural. Now here we were chilling like this was an everyday thing. We were both quiet while I grabbed two mugs, trying not to think too hard about the fact that I was making coffee for both of us after spending the night together.
At least you didn’t fuck him…
Emir leaned against the counter, watching me with lazy attentiveness. He looked at ease, sexy as hell, but I knew by now he never fully relaxed. His mind was always moving, processing and observing. He studied me like every detail of my life and my world were a top priority.
“Your moving slow as fuck. It’s just coffee, Bay?”
“I know how to make coffee and I’m not moving slow. I’m just not rushing.”
He chuckled. “Same thing.”
I filled two mugs before sliding one toward him. “You want anything in yours?”
