He tilted his head at me, and his eyes creased in what looked like disappointment. "Now, think of what exists out there beyond our galaxy. Is it truly outside the realm of possibility that other creatures roam our universe that we do not know of nor understand?"
My hand instinctively went to my neck, and when Acheron followed my movements, I could have sworn I spied his pupils bleed dark before turning back into that brilliant blue. I was also painfully aware that our bodies were far closer than what was appropriate for an employer and employee. I told myself that the door behind me restricted my movements, but deep down, I knew that wasn't true.
When a new wave of his spiced scent hit me, my pussy clenched as wetness pooled in my panties.
Acheron's nose flared, and a low growl sounded in his throat."Alice."
His dark plea was tortured. I saw his hand move toward me from the corner of my eye. Instead of leaning away, my breath labored in anticipation.
The loud thud of a worker's tool dropping on the hard floor pierced my foggy thoughts. Shocked, I pulled away, stumbling slightly in my heels.
A firm touch on my arm steadied me before I heard a swift curse. "Damn it, Alice. You are not used to such high shoes." His grip tightened. "I could not bear it if you hurt yourself."
The intimacy of his chastising had my gaze dropping to my feet. A hysterical laugh almost tumbled out of me as he helped me tighten my stance. So much for thinking the red stilettos would impress him.
Wait, no. That's not why I wore them.
"I-I have to go," I stammered.
My cheeks reddened in embarrassment at my behavior, and the mortifying realization that I had been tempted by another man.
No, I would never have let it get that far.
I reluctantly pulled my arm from his hand, keeping my gaze averted.
"Um…the bathroom light fixtures will arrive at two, so I need to pop back into the office for a few hours." I cleared my throat as I rushed to pick up my discarded bag. "Von has a few more changes you need to sign off on."
I held my bag tightly against my body as I shuffled random items inside its pockets. Acheron tracked my movements, his body still as a statue, his hands hidden inside his tailored pants pockets.
He observed me for a few moments longer before he inclined his head in agreement. I turned on my high heels and marched toward the interior elevator, deciding I needed a quiet space to recuperate before facing Von again.
"Alice."
The gentle command had me immediately swiveling to face him. Even from a distance, his blue eyes stood out. They lazily trailed my body down to my feet.
"The shoes do impress me. But your safety means more."
My mouth dropped open, but before I could utter a word, he turned and twisted the knob to his primary suite before disappearing inside. The door glided shut behind him.
With shaky legs, I managed to stumble into the elevator. The closing metal doors snapped the invisible rope that attempted to lure me behind those walnut doors.
Chapter 11
Alice
My feet sought purchase against the silk sheets as I bit my finger to stifle the moan trickling up my throat. My other hand was buried in dark, silky hair. The kind of soft, luxurious hair that no six-foot-five with rippling abs and an arrogant attitude had any business having.
But then, I thought, as my breath hitched when his tongue laved that tiny bundle of nerves, he had every right to be arrogant. With a smirk of his full lips and a stroke of a long finger, he could have me on my back begging for his big cock.
Or on all fours.
Or across our heavy, wooden dining room table.
Aside from our bed, it was probably my favorite place for him to feast on me. Literally. Staring up at our grandiose Flemish chandelier as it winked down at me in approval while my King ravished me, never failed to make me come.
His men often had to leave the room once my King lifted me off my chair and placed me astride him. Our kind were usedto exhibitionist sex, but my mate refused to share my orgasm under someone else's lascivious watch. The last man who had accidentally strolled into the room just as my legs locked around his head in ecstasy had his organs almost ripped from his bowels. He had survived. Just.
I was equally possessive of my love, snarling at any woman or man who dared to glance at him with a lustful glint in their eye.
