Page 8 of Kuaket

I was about to give up and make my excuses to leave when I recognised the face of the next man in line. “Finally, someone who can actually understand me.”

A weird expression crossed Abrax’s face which looked somewhat like relief. “You’re here.”

I cocked my head to the side. “Shouldn’t I be?”

For a moment, I thought he was going to say something, and it would almost certainly be something heshouldn’t, but instead, he chased away whatever was bothering him and leaned back in his seat, a satisfied expression on his face. “No one to your liking, Kua?”

“No one I want to take into the back and have my way with, no.” I raked my gaze down him.

He raised an eyebrow, the tattoo marking his brow going with it. “Until now?”

I glanced at the clock, relieved to see it was about to signal the end of speed dating. “I could be convinced.”

“How would you like me to convince you?”

“On your knees, preferably,” I responded, already feeling the frustration of the past hour slipping away. “And without saying a word.”

He chuckled. “That can be arranged.”

“Are you not in danger of getting the attention of the wrong person by being here?” I asked.

“I thought you didn’t care?” There was a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

“I didn’t say I did. Maybe I just don’t want to have my plans interrupted.”

He chuckled. “If you say so.”

I crossed my arms, only drawing his attention to my chest. It was accidental, but the move never failed. “Idosay so.”

“The only other goddess I sat across from tonight seemed to have no idea what my tattoos meant.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

He shrugged. “She asked me what they meant and why I had them. She seemed quite interested.”

A weird feeling spread through me in response to that, but I couldn’t put the name to it. I pushed it aside. “Who was she?”

“Said her name was Eostre or something like that. Do you know her?”

“Of her,” I responded. “She’s a spring goddess.”

“Ah, that explains it.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Explains what?”

“The general bubbliness, the blondeness...”

“You noticed those things?” Eurgh, why did it sound like I was hurt by that?

“It’s speed dating, Kua, it’s hard not to,” he pointed out. “But don’t worry, I was thinking of you the whole time.”

“Good, or you might have had to do some begging while you’re on your knees.”

His lips quirked up into a knowing smile. “You’ll be the only one begging,” he promised.

A jolt of desire spread through me at his words, and I found myself wishing that the final signal would ring out so that we could go and put what he was suggesting into practice.

“You won’t get anything of the sort from me,” I murmured, though we both knew it wasn’t true. Abrax had a way of making me do just that, no matter how much time I spent trying to deny it. That was one of the many reasons this had lasted as long as it had, when other attempts at a no-strings situation had ended quickly.

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