“You know, I don’t care if you see me nude,” I noted as I stuffed my clothes into the knapsack.
“Apparently, since you flaunt it.”
“The naked form is nothing to be ashamed of.”
“I’m aware it’s our natural state, but that doesn’t mean one should stare.”
“Why not?I’d be staring if you removed your clothes.”The honest truth.
“Some of us prefer to be modest,” was her prim reply.
“Is that a challenge?”
“What?No.Why would you think that?”
“Just wondered if you wanted me to prove that, while you might present as prudish, I believe there is a wanton within you.”
“I’m not a slut,” she huffed.
“Never claimed you were.But I do believe, professor, that you have a very passionate side.”
“I… uh…”
I’d done it.I’d broken her ability to speak coherently.
I couldn’t help a wicked smile.“I’m thinking perhaps I shall have to find the time to prove my point.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’ll see,” I purred, even as I wondered what possessed me to flirt so boldly.What happened to not getting involved?Apparently, all it took was one kiss, actually make that two.“Are you ready to fly?”
Alas, we’d left the blankets behind, not realizing we’d need them again.At least we still had the ugly cap with attached glasses.
She jammed it on her head.“Let’s go see your friend.”
“He’s not my friend,” I grumbled before shifting.
A shift that changed my weight and caused the shingles under me to groan and creak ominously.Quickly, I snatched Davina and pushed off.Just in time since a section of the roof caved in.
Oops.Faulty engineering, obviously, and not because I needed to lose weight.
We flew for Inverness, coasting lower this time, since I worried Davina would get cold.This time of night, I didn’t worry much about being seen.And if I were?There were ways to debunk videos and so-called witness sightings, Nessie being a prime example.People continuously argued about her existence mostly because Oliver, a true dragon steward, ensured any visual evidence of her—or me, or the hatchlings for that matter—got scrubbed or discredited.
I flew as fast as I dared and soon landed behind Oliver’s large home—mostly paid for by the exorbitant fees he charged me—trampling a few bushes.Not the first time.I kept telling him to not bother replanting, but Oliver remained a stubborn cuss who refused to bow to my will.And I wouldn’t bend either, mostly because it entertained me.
Before I’d finished dressing—with Davina studiously looking away—Oliver emerged with a glass of brandy in hand, the man still sporting the most impressive sideburns, despite the fact they’d not been fashionable in decades.
“Did you seriously crush my rose bushes again?”Oliver growled.
“Not my fault you put them in the most inconvenient spot.”
“It’s a fucking garden, where else would I grow them?”
“Not where I’m going to land, obviously.”
“Still a fucking cunt, I see.”Oliver eyed Davina.“What’s this?You brought someone with you.”Left unsaid but practically shouted,a woman!I’d never visited Oliver with anyone before.
“Davina and I need a place to stay for the night,” I advised.
