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“Why are you here?”
His smile fades, probably because the question came out a little more harshly than I intended. “You’re my mate, and I wanted to get to know you.”
“What if I don’t want to get to know you?” I try to decipher his response, but he ignores my question and looks past me.
“Do you cook?” He asks as he moves to the kitchen and begins opening the cabinets even though they’re empty.
“I’m sure you don’t cook because you’ve been catered to your whole life.” I glare, thinking about all the fancy meals I’ve brought to the fae in my previous career as maid to the fae.
Meals that were often wasted.
He shrugs. “You’re right. Other than cooking meat over a fire, I don’t know anything about cooking. You?” he asks, repeating the question.
This boy is getting under my skin. “Is that what you’re looking for in a mate?”
He smirks. “My wife won’t ever cook unless she wants to cook, which brings me to my question…”
I sigh, deciding it’d be better to answer his damn question than continue going around in circles. “No, my Grandmother cooked. I earned the money, though we barely ever had enough food to eat, so there wasn’t much of an opportunity or time for me to learn to cook.”
He cocks his head to the side and stares at me as if trying to tell if I’m being serious. Then, his green eyes widen with shock.Is he just now realizing some people are poor?I try not to laugh at the pampered prince who can’t even be bothered to understand everyone's life isn’t like his.
“Is that really so unbelievable to you? That people go hungry?” I accuse.
To my surprise, he shakes his head. “It’s just that people in the Fall Court never go hungry because everyone hunts. Kids hunt animals before they speak their first words. Don’t you know how to hunt?”
“No.” But hearing him speak, I wish I did.
“If you lived in the Fall Court, you’d have food. Human or not, we make sure everyone is fed. It’s one of the ways we’re less savage than the Summer Court, despite what they claim.” He says this as an unquestionable fact.
I speak without thinking. “Maybe I should move there.”
He grins at me. “You’re about to be their queen. You can be there whenever you want. Hell, I could teach you to hunt, if you’d like.” Then he walks away from me and into my bedroom.
Hunt?Fuck. I actually think I’d like to learn a skill like that, so I’d never be dependent on anyone again for food. And, I kind of like it that he offered to teach me. If he’s serious.
I follow him, unsure what else to do. This big fae prince should not be in my tiny home, and he shouldn’t be using his charms to get into my head.
Everything inside of me clenches when he sits on my bed, and my bedroom suddenly seems far too small. I don’t like being alone with him or having him in my space, especially when he spreads his big legs and leans back, as if making himself comfortable on my lumpy mattress.
He looks good with the sunlight streaming over from the window. His auburn locks loose about his shoulders, and his sun-kissed skin looking good enough to lick. If a human man, without any complications, came into my room looking like this, I’d have no choice but to pin him down and have my way with him.
As it stands, my cheeks burn, and I try to think of what to do with the same man, but in our complicated situation.Do not reach into his pants and see what he’s packing. Do not reach into his pants and see what he’s packing.
“So, this is your room?” He asks with a nod, drawing me out of my dirty thoughts.
“What makes you think that?” I try not to sound defensive and fail.
He grins, completely ignoring my tone. “It smells like you.”
I try to decide if he’s insulting me, but he’s just sitting, casual as hell, so I play along. “What exactly do Ismelllike?”
He doesn’t miss a beat. “Vanilla and sex.”
“Vanilla and sex?” I ask, my tone bordering on outraged.
He cocks his head, giving me another look that heats my blood. “It’s fucking intoxicating.”
I feel my nipples harden and cross my hands over my chest, regretting my question. “You know, this whole hot, cocky fae prince does nothing for me.”
