Page 729 of Love Bites

SUPPER FOR A DRAGON

Bethany scurried around her small apartment, picking up and discarding dresses and overthinking every single word that Math Draco had ever said.

For the evening.

He’d clear his calendarfor the evening.

Not that he’d clear his calendar for thenight.

Just theevening.

So, maybe he hadn’t meant anything by it.

But he said he’d clear itfor the evening.

But those cracks about his lair and his penthouse suite must have meantsomething.

His words went around and around in Bethany’s head as she walked around her apartment, getting ready for their date that might not be a date, and she rehashed every second of every conversation she’d ever had with him until it was mincemeat, looking for clues.

There weren’t enough clues.

He was her boss, and he’d been very careful not to leave clues.

Other than running his lips over her inner thigh.

Because she’d had a sea-monster-jellyfish sting.

And kissing her after the algae had tried to kill her with poison gas.

Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

And she’d sucked his thumb first.

Maybe it had been a pity kiss.

After all, he’d stopped her from going further.

It had all the hallmarks of a pity kiss.

See? It could all be explained away.

Her doorbell rang.

Oh, gods of magic, who could this be? She was supposed to meet Math at the restaurant in two hours.

Lords above, she hoped it wasn’t Willow and Ember wanting a girls’ night because then she’d have to admit she had a date.

But she didn’t have a date.

Not unless Math thought it was a date.

But what was she, chopped liver of newt? What she thought mattered just as much as what he thought, and she thought tonight was a date.

She hoped it was a date.

Bethany should have looked out the peephole.

Later, she thought about that.

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