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I’ve wondered the same thing every day that I’ve worked there.
“He’s a little more clever, actually. They must have sent him away to school because there weren’t any tutors around as good as you.” I leave out the fact that he’s blazing hot and makes me warm between my thighs, because, you know, that’s not the kind of talk a grandmother wants to hear.
“I bet he’s just as cute. He was a handsome little boy. I hear he’s even better looking as a man.” She smirks at me, waiting.
My cheeks heat. “He was just like the rest of the fae.”
“Now, that’s a lie! Humans and fae alike swoon all over the Summer Prince, if the rumors are true, which I suspect they are givenjusthow many rumors I’ve heard.”
“I wasn’t swooning,” I say, a little defensively.
Okay, maybe I was a little. When he was dressing down in the bathroom. When his tight underwear hugged his enormous cock, making it look like he was smuggling a giant sausage, and Ireallywanted to get on my knees and suck him off right there on the floor.
“Whatdoeshe look like?” she asks, snapping me from my dirty thoughts.
I take a shaky breath, trying to forget his mammoth sausage, then lean against the doorframe of the kitchen, choosing my words carefully, so as not to give away the fact that she’s right about him being ridiculously swoon-worthy. “He has silky black hair.”
“Silky? So it’s nice?” She’s trying to sound uninterested, and failing miserably.
Damn it. Fell right into that trap.“It’s fine.”
And, by fine, I meanfiiine. Long and beautiful, falling just past his shoulders. Masculine in a way that’s surprising, given how feminine many of the male fae appear.
“And the rest of him?”
The rest of him.Fuck.I didn’t want to think about the rest of him when all he was offering was to do was make me his queen. He wasn’t offering to fuck me every night. He was offering an arrangement where I wouldn’t even be able to have some tiny hot dogs to keep me happy while thinking about the mammoth sausage I couldn’t get in my mouth or in my pussy.
Not that I’d be open to the arrangement if it included sleeping together. Right?
Right. Hell no.
“Cassia,” she says my name on a huff of annoyance.
Oh, yeah, she was asking what he looks like.“His eyes are, I don’t know, brown or something.” Not brown. Auburn. An almost impossible hazel-like color that captures the heat of summer like nothing I’ve ever seen before.
“Oh. And the rest of him?”
Is it getting hot in here? Hell.“He’s in shape, or whatever.” In shape is an understatement. A potato has a shape. This man has muscles for miles, and until my firing, and his little offer, I’m pretty sure he’d have fueled my fantasies when I touched myself for a good long while.
“Well,” she has that innocent voice again. “If you ever get a chance to take a roll in the hay with him, rumor has it he is very, uh, well-equipped and knows how to use it.”
“Grandma!” My cheeks are flaming.
“What? By my age, you learn a few things, one of which is to use that young body as long as you can, and to never skip out on a chance to ride a man with a big co–”
“No, just No! Please end this!” I’m talking to the heavens now.
She laughs. “Prude!”
“Better a prude than whatever this is!”
She tosses back her head and laughs. “This is a small home, Cassia. No one in this home thinks you’re some innocent virgin.”
I want to die. To shrivel up and meld into the ground. In all my time, I’d only brought two men back to this house, and I’d tried everything in my power to be quiet… even though I’d realized my natural state during sex is very,veryloud. I wanted to be respectful.
Apparently, I sucked at that, too.
“Besides, the prince isn’t exactly a stranger to you. I swore I’d never seen two children take to each other the way you two did. Everyone talked about it, how the fae prince only liked to play with the little human girl.” She sighs. “Maybe in another life, you two could have been…”
