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tanned skin made him look like a dark god and I have a distinct problem with gorgeous gods. Where did that come from?
I took a step back as he stopped in the doorway. His eyes shifted around the room, taking in every last detail. His scan paused on Tisha, giving her a nod to show her that he recognized her. A sign of respect. Well, he wasn't completely without manners. He continued to scan the room and then his eyes finally settled on me which he took as his cue to begin entering the room, slowly, cautiously. My eyebrow raised at the snail's pace he was using to approach me.
His arms were held at his side, balled into fists as his body began to suck down air in huge gasping sounds. I was afraid that the oxygen in the room may go missing with how heavily he was breathing. His chest lifted and fell with the effort to keep himself still. My gosh he was gorgeous, with his cowboy boots, jeans and black button-down shirt. His muscles were clearly defined just where the sleeves were rolled up. He looked at me with firmly set eyes, thinking thoughts that I figured were more disturbed than calm. His gorgeous hazel eyes seemingly drove holes through mine, mining for my thoughts and emotions.
"Where… have… you… beeeeen?!" He finally stood in the middle of the room, body quaking with energy.
I instantly bowed up—my mind and body didn't give me any chance to register what was going on. I was angry that the first thing he said to me in my own home was hostile. "Where have I been? Where have I been?!" My eyebrows climbed towards the ceiling while my hands instantly went to my hips.
"Um, Von, I wouldn't begin with her like that. She doesn't know anything about the past so attacking her with questions is not really an appropriate choice." Trisha tried to help the situation.
"I don't CARE about that. I want to know where she has been! Where did she run off to? Why has she been gone so long? Why couldn't I reach her telepathically?" He ran his hand through his gorgeous brown hair. Oh my gosh I wished I was doing that myself. Urrgh!
I reached down and pinched myself. Nope, not dreaming. Huh.
Von looked over at me and his intense expression fell from his face as he took a long look at me. He took the three steps to where I was standing until there was barely a foot between us. He looked me over from head to toe. Who knows what he saw but he scrutinized my appearance before he settled on my eyes. "Your eyes," he gulped loudly, his eyes rimmed in what appeared to be confusion and fear.
"Yes, they are brown, there are two of them and… " I didn't get the chance to finish.
Von took a step backward, his eyes focused on me intently. He flicked his head over to lay his gaze on Tisha. "Mortisha, what has happened? What catastrophe has taken place that would cause this ailment. Is she ill?"
I thought about it for a second even though he was clearly not talking to me. Was I sick? I didn't feel sick. I just felt a bit perturbed that this was going on in the middle of my living room.
There was no sound and I turned my head to gaze at Tish. She was standing off by my couch, arms crossed, lips narrowed into a thin line, and eyes black as night. That was her I'm not telling you anything look if I ever saw it. Tish was mad at this man for some strange reason but I had no idea why. She was a good judge of character. Was he an asshole or something? Was I married to an asshole?
"She is not ill." She quipped. Her eyes narrowed into tight slits as she looked at Von closely. "Why do you come now, Von? Why do you come on your own, alone? You have sent your men in the past to find Celeste and bring her home. What has happened that would make you take this arduous journey on your own, without your men or even a guard?" She was really sticking it to him . I knew I liked her. Wait, men? Guard?
Von dismissed her questions with the flick of his hand. He walked past me as he gazed around the apartment, taking everything into consideration. Fingering a
I took a step back as he stopped in the doorway. His eyes shifted around the room, taking in every last detail. His scan paused on Tisha, giving her a nod to show her that he recognized her. A sign of respect. Well, he wasn't completely without manners. He continued to scan the room and then his eyes finally settled on me which he took as his cue to begin entering the room, slowly, cautiously. My eyebrow raised at the snail's pace he was using to approach me.
His arms were held at his side, balled into fists as his body began to suck down air in huge gasping sounds. I was afraid that the oxygen in the room may go missing with how heavily he was breathing. His chest lifted and fell with the effort to keep himself still. My gosh he was gorgeous, with his cowboy boots, jeans and black button-down shirt. His muscles were clearly defined just where the sleeves were rolled up. He looked at me with firmly set eyes, thinking thoughts that I figured were more disturbed than calm. His gorgeous hazel eyes seemingly drove holes through mine, mining for my thoughts and emotions.
"Where… have… you… beeeeen?!" He finally stood in the middle of the room, body quaking with energy.
I instantly bowed up—my mind and body didn't give me any chance to register what was going on. I was angry that the first thing he said to me in my own home was hostile. "Where have I been? Where have I been?!" My eyebrows climbed towards the ceiling while my hands instantly went to my hips.
"Um, Von, I wouldn't begin with her like that. She doesn't know anything about the past so attacking her with questions is not really an appropriate choice." Trisha tried to help the situation.
"I don't CARE about that. I want to know where she has been! Where did she run off to? Why has she been gone so long? Why couldn't I reach her telepathically?" He ran his hand through his gorgeous brown hair. Oh my gosh I wished I was doing that myself. Urrgh!
I reached down and pinched myself. Nope, not dreaming. Huh.
Von looked over at me and his intense expression fell from his face as he took a long look at me. He took the three steps to where I was standing until there was barely a foot between us. He looked me over from head to toe. Who knows what he saw but he scrutinized my appearance before he settled on my eyes. "Your eyes," he gulped loudly, his eyes rimmed in what appeared to be confusion and fear.
"Yes, they are brown, there are two of them and… " I didn't get the chance to finish.
Von took a step backward, his eyes focused on me intently. He flicked his head over to lay his gaze on Tisha. "Mortisha, what has happened? What catastrophe has taken place that would cause this ailment. Is she ill?"
I thought about it for a second even though he was clearly not talking to me. Was I sick? I didn't feel sick. I just felt a bit perturbed that this was going on in the middle of my living room.
There was no sound and I turned my head to gaze at Tish. She was standing off by my couch, arms crossed, lips narrowed into a thin line, and eyes black as night. That was her I'm not telling you anything look if I ever saw it. Tish was mad at this man for some strange reason but I had no idea why. She was a good judge of character. Was he an asshole or something? Was I married to an asshole?
"She is not ill." She quipped. Her eyes narrowed into tight slits as she looked at Von closely. "Why do you come now, Von? Why do you come on your own, alone? You have sent your men in the past to find Celeste and bring her home. What has happened that would make you take this arduous journey on your own, without your men or even a guard?" She was really sticking it to him . I knew I liked her. Wait, men? Guard?
Von dismissed her questions with the flick of his hand. He walked past me as he gazed around the apartment, taking everything into consideration. Fingering a
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