Page 43 of Dancing for the Minotaur

“No, no,” Terra said quickly. “I, er, wouldn’t want to deprive you. You save the, uh, flank for your dinner.”

He shrugged.

“As you wish. We can just have Earth food for lunch.”

“Do you like it?” she asked curiously. “The ‘Earth food,’ I mean?”

The big Monstrum looked thoughtful.

“Some of it.”

“What don't you like?” Terra was determined to get to know him. After all, they were going to be working together for some time–his finances were a mess.

“Marshmallows,” he rumbled.

The answer was so immediate that Terra laughed.

“What? Why? Who doesn’t like marshmallows?”

“I do not like them,” Taurex said. “They are squishy and disgusting, and they have no purpose.”

“They taste a lot better if you melt them,” Terra told him. “Have you ever had smores?”

“Some more of what? Marshmallows?” He frowned. “I told you–I don’t like them.”

She laughed again.

“No–a smores is a kind of marshmallow chocolate graham cracker sandwich.”

He shook his head.

“No, that doesn’t sound like the kind of sandwich I would eat. I thought all Earth sandwiches were savory.”

“Well, most of them are, but there are plenty of sweet ones, too,” Terra countered. “I mean, there are ice cream sandwiches and peanut butter and jelly, and the Japanese have those fruit and cream sandwiches that look delicious, though I’ve never had one–”

“Stop.” Taurex held up a hand. “That is too many sandwiches to consider. I must concentrate on the sandwiches we have at hand.”

For some reason his words struck her as funny, and Terra laughed so hard she nearly dropped her sandwich.

“Sorry,” she wheezed at last. “Too many…sandwiches to…to consider…”

Taurex simply watched her with a puzzled expression, clearly uncertain what he'd said that she found so amusing. Then, slowly, he smiled.

“I do not know why my consideration of your Earth food makes you happy, but I like watching you laugh,” he rumbled.

His words and the change in his face caught her completely off guard and Terra found herself staring at him.

The big Monstrum was handsome in a strange, intimidating way even when he was serious, but when he smiled the stern lines around his mouth softened and warmth entered his golden eyes, making him look less like some massive alien warrior and more like a man who simply hadn't had many reasons to smile lately.

Terra's laughter faded as she found herself remembering how he’d looked at her when she stripped for him. She remembered how hot and bothered she’d gotten for him and the way she’d come so hard while he watched her…

Then she realized what she was thinking. Oh no–this was dangerous. This was definitely not what she needed to be thinking about when it came to her new boss.

She looked down quickly and took a bite of her sandwich, pretending an intense interest in the turkey and cheese between the bread.

Work, she reminded herself. You are here to work. Not do…anything else.

But she couldn’t help remembering how thick his cock had been when she was grinding against him or how good he smelled and how he’d watched her with half-lidded golden eyes…