“You wanted to push me away, right? Convince me not to love you? Well, it worked.” Shaking with anger and hurt, I pointed at the door. “Now get the hell out of my room.”
He made no move to leave. He just stood in the middle of my bedroom floor, his eyes wide.
So I grabbed the bathroom door instead and slammed it with a finality I felt in my bones. The lock sounded loud to my ears. As did the sound of the shower as I turned it on.
But I climbed inside.
Sat on the floor.
And let the water wash Zane’s touch from my skin.
Lord Zebulon’s, too.
Last night had been a mistake, one I would not be repeating. Ever. Again.
Chapter Sixteen
Zane
Well, shit.
What the hell just happened?
I’d expected to lounge in bed all day, playing. And now… now Guinevere was in the shower, her fury a palpable wave to my senses.
I briefly considered breaking down the door to continue this conversation. Or to break down her walls by making her scream my name.
Guinevere’s reaction had been foolish.
Her reaction had been…
Well, I supposed in retrospect it wasn’t necessarilyout of line.
Damn it.She’d caught me off guard that day when she confessed her affections. And I’d turned her down in the best way I could. Which, in retrospect, might not have been thebest wayat all.
Could I have told her the truth? Perhaps. But it hadn’t even occurred to me to explain myself. There was no future between us, so I’d ensured that fate with a few harsh words. I’d never anticipated last night happening. Zebulon had been clear, and I’d obeyed him as I always did. He was my Demonic Lord. My lover. And most days, my best friend. My loyalties would always lie with him.
However, I could see Guinevere’s point. I’d hidden my true feelings from her for years, and now the truth was out. She had a right to be angry about the way I’d handled things.
So how the hell do I fix it?
Grovel, obviously.
I’d never had to win a woman over. Wooing was simply unnecessary for an incubus. A simple smile brought everyone around me to their proverbial knees. But Guinevere?
Yeah, she won’t be kneeling.
So the key would be to seduce her back into my good graces. Of course, as a succubus, she’d see through all my tricks.
Which meant I needed to approach this creatively.
I stared at the closed bathroom door, imagining her naked beneath the flow of water. Her cheeks pink. Her hair wet and plastered to her breasts. Water rolling down her torso, between her thighs...
Clearing my throat, I shifted and glanced down at my semi-hard cock.
Marching in there and going to my knees to worship her sounded like a good plan.
But it wouldn’t satisfy her. Not really. Not after she claimed to want me inpast tense. My blood heated as I recalled her words.
