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My knees feel like they're about to turn into jelly as I force myself to look up. "I'm so sorry, King."
"It's fine."
If that's true, then why does he still look furious?
Screw me, screw me, screw—-
Frosted lavender eyes blaze down at me. "You want to know why you're in trouble?"
Not when he's grating the words out like that, no.
"I...uh..."
His gaze suddenly jerks down, and I start wondering if I might have lost my mind, after all.
"Sir?"
"It's because ofthat."
Or maybe I'm not imagining things, and he's really staring down at...my pussy?
****
OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, oh my God.
It's true.
The King's really staring at my pussy!
Does this mean he likes me? Or does he just want to eat me starting with my pussy?
Wait!
Will I still be alive after the King's done eating me, or will this end with my obituary?
Hearing other people's thoughts when he had a mystery to solve had always been an advantage, but with Catalina it only had him undesirably...distracted.
Michalis spotted a cafe across the road, and the tension in him eased slightly. "Let's talk about this somewhere else."
His brisk, long-legged stride had her running to match his pace, and that was exactly how he wanted it, since he didn't want to risk her inadvertently looking at his cock, which was the biggest proof of his...distraction.
He could hear her heart pounding as she followed him inside the cafe, and her heart pounded even harder and faster when he opted for a table at the back of the room and well away from other people.
Michalis took his phone out and forwarded a couple of attachments to her inbox. "Check your email."
He watched her do as asked, and his lips tightened as he listened to her chant the same words over and over in her mind.
Screw me. Screw me. Screw me.
Michalis clenched and unclenched his fists, which was the only thing he could do to keep himself from hauling her to his lap and do what she was unconsciously asking for.
What the hell was she?
The pulsing force between her legs had changed. Instead of beating in tandem with her heartbeat, it was now pulsing out a seductive rhythm that mirrored the pattern in which her body was releasing pheromones.
Since there was yet to be a case study that successfully proved the existence of pheromones, was this proof that she was no longer human?
"I don't understand..."
