the mirror and lift the heavy fall of hair off her neck. The dark color of the curls was a direct contrast to the pale graceful line of her neck, a combination that had Thearon wishing he was already in her good graces again, where he could be slipping the dress off rather than zipping it up.
Grasping the zipper, Thearon looked closer at the thing. The dress in question was a sweet looking day dress made of coral lace flowers over a nude lining. Thearon wouldn’t have bet it was going to be a sexy number but as the zipper pulled the fabric tight he could see every outline of her glorious breasts.
“It’s not too tight, right?” Lavinia asked but a peek in the mirror at Thearon revealed smoldering eyes looking at her reflection. She was willing to bet he didn’t even realize that his thumb had started to brush against the base of Lavinia’s neck. Back and forth, back and forth, Lavinia felt his thumb move and she felt herself warm to his touch.
She was trying hard not to be swayed so easily by this man who had so rudely dismissed her not moments before. Stepping away from his stroke was difficult, but necessary, under the pretense of looking at the dress she moved closer to the mirror.
Assuming he wasn’t going to answer the question about the dress’s fit, Lavinia got to the point, “Did you need something? Or did you rip yourself away from the security needs of our Tribe to do up my zipper.”
Stone cold serious, Thearon looked into her eyes, “I always have time to do you.”
Lavinia rolled her eyes and Thearon continued, “But I am here to apologize. I was an ass. I know that I’m not good at small talk or tradition for that matter, but I understand the event tomorrow is important to you. In the interest of being a better husband, I’m offering my escort services tomorrow.”
Inwardly, Lavinia was laughing her ass off. Did Thearon really think his assistant hadn’t told her that he needed to attend that Tea? “I’m impressed that you were able to undergo such a major emotional transformation in the time it took me to walk down a hallway and step into a dress. Either I’m a lucky woman or there’s something else motivating your offer.” Lavinia flicked her eyes to his, “It wouldn’t be because you just learned that the event I wanted you to go to is the very event that you’ve been spending all day trying to get an invite to.”
Thearon looked like he’d been punched in the gut. He cleared his throat, “Let’s say it was a combination of things.”
Now Lavinia was angry, could he not at least look a little embarrassed? She spun around and walked toward him head on. “Let’s stick to the truth. I’ve known you for less than three days and in that time you’ve swung from careful lover to out and out asshole liar. From this moment forth I don’t want you to lie to me. You aren’t very good at it anyway; half truths don’t suit you.”
Thearon let out a sigh and ran his hand through his hair. Lavinia chose to ignore what that did to his bicep in the tailored pinstripe shirt.
Thearon sighed, “Fair enough. I want to go to the Tea tomorrow because we’ve received intel from a group of Werebeasts who are in the city. They’re all of royal descent and should be welcomed as emissaries to the territory.
Ostensibly, they are here for Mardi Gras, but something about their group rubs me the wrong way. To be totally honest, Parker doesn’t see them as a threat, and I’ll admit, nothing on paper suggests that they’re dangerous and I can’t find motivation for violence on their behalf, either.”
Lavinia’s eyebrows furrowed, “Well, then why are you worried?”
Thearon cracked his knuckles, “There are some similarities to the New Years Eve murders.”
“The murder in New York where the handmaiden was killed? I thought that was a group of Werebeasts who were no longer attached to a Tribe? Junkies maybe? I thought it was just a robbery gone badly? That’s what the papers
Grasping the zipper, Thearon looked closer at the thing. The dress in question was a sweet looking day dress made of coral lace flowers over a nude lining. Thearon wouldn’t have bet it was going to be a sexy number but as the zipper pulled the fabric tight he could see every outline of her glorious breasts.
“It’s not too tight, right?” Lavinia asked but a peek in the mirror at Thearon revealed smoldering eyes looking at her reflection. She was willing to bet he didn’t even realize that his thumb had started to brush against the base of Lavinia’s neck. Back and forth, back and forth, Lavinia felt his thumb move and she felt herself warm to his touch.
She was trying hard not to be swayed so easily by this man who had so rudely dismissed her not moments before. Stepping away from his stroke was difficult, but necessary, under the pretense of looking at the dress she moved closer to the mirror.
Assuming he wasn’t going to answer the question about the dress’s fit, Lavinia got to the point, “Did you need something? Or did you rip yourself away from the security needs of our Tribe to do up my zipper.”
Stone cold serious, Thearon looked into her eyes, “I always have time to do you.”
Lavinia rolled her eyes and Thearon continued, “But I am here to apologize. I was an ass. I know that I’m not good at small talk or tradition for that matter, but I understand the event tomorrow is important to you. In the interest of being a better husband, I’m offering my escort services tomorrow.”
Inwardly, Lavinia was laughing her ass off. Did Thearon really think his assistant hadn’t told her that he needed to attend that Tea? “I’m impressed that you were able to undergo such a major emotional transformation in the time it took me to walk down a hallway and step into a dress. Either I’m a lucky woman or there’s something else motivating your offer.” Lavinia flicked her eyes to his, “It wouldn’t be because you just learned that the event I wanted you to go to is the very event that you’ve been spending all day trying to get an invite to.”
Thearon looked like he’d been punched in the gut. He cleared his throat, “Let’s say it was a combination of things.”
Now Lavinia was angry, could he not at least look a little embarrassed? She spun around and walked toward him head on. “Let’s stick to the truth. I’ve known you for less than three days and in that time you’ve swung from careful lover to out and out asshole liar. From this moment forth I don’t want you to lie to me. You aren’t very good at it anyway; half truths don’t suit you.”
Thearon let out a sigh and ran his hand through his hair. Lavinia chose to ignore what that did to his bicep in the tailored pinstripe shirt.
Thearon sighed, “Fair enough. I want to go to the Tea tomorrow because we’ve received intel from a group of Werebeasts who are in the city. They’re all of royal descent and should be welcomed as emissaries to the territory.
Ostensibly, they are here for Mardi Gras, but something about their group rubs me the wrong way. To be totally honest, Parker doesn’t see them as a threat, and I’ll admit, nothing on paper suggests that they’re dangerous and I can’t find motivation for violence on their behalf, either.”
Lavinia’s eyebrows furrowed, “Well, then why are you worried?”
Thearon cracked his knuckles, “There are some similarities to the New Years Eve murders.”
“The murder in New York where the handmaiden was killed? I thought that was a group of Werebeasts who were no longer attached to a Tribe? Junkies maybe? I thought it was just a robbery gone badly? That’s what the papers
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