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Neither of us spoke as he took over for me and I closed myeyes, not wanting to meet his gaze in the mirror. When I came I didn't feel any better. I'd finally had sex, and yet I was miserable. And worse yet, Imrel had apparently dug his claws into my side as he was stroking me, because I had a couple deep puncture wounds above my hip that really hurt.
Bolivar didn't say anything about me coming back early, but he did hand me a jelly jar with pink cream in it as soon as I was in the door.
"What's this for?" I asked him.
"It'll help wherever Imrel clawed you."
He said it with such detachment that I was sure he didn't care. My cheeks were on fire, though. "Uh… How did you…"
"He gloats. He always has. Use that cream morning and night. It'll help. Only a dragon can heal from wounds made by one of us. It's pink because my blood is in it. The wounds will be tricked into thinking you're one of us."
I didn't know which was worse, that Imrel had apparently bragged about having sex with me to Bolivar and whoever else he'd felt like, or that the only way to get my side to stop seeping pus was to smear Bolivar's blood on me. Both sides of it sucked.
Bolivar, though, he just walked past me into his bedroom as if nothing had happened. As if I hadn't had sex with someone I knew he couldn't stand only a few days before. He'd warned me about Imrel and I'd still gone to him, fully expecting what I'd gotten out of it. Well, maybe not to be stabbed by his claws like I was, but the rest of it had been pretty much what I should have expected coming from him.
"I'm sorry," I called to Bolivar as I went to my bedroom in his house and started putting away the clothes I'd brought back from my dad's house.
"Don't be," Bolivar said. He sounded like he was just on the other side of the wall from me. "Hopefully you enjoyed your time with him."
"I didn't." And I wasn't really sure I wanted to talk about that with Bolivar, either.
He said nothing, though.
Once I'd finished unpacking I went to his bedroom door, which was open. I hesitated before entering. I wasn't really allowed in his bedroom, but it wasn't like there had been some firm rule about it. Bolivar had never actually come out and said that he did not want me in there, but he hadn't invited me in, either. So I waited on the outside as I watched him type something on his computer.
"What'd he say about me?" I didn't really want to hear his answer. But I did. Only, I was pretty sure that I would regret knowing.
Bolivar didn't even glance away from his computer screen to acknowledge me. "The gist of it was: Haha, I got there first and he was even better than your last assistant."
If I'd thought that my cheeks were red before, they were practically on fire now. "I'm sorry," I mumbled again. I didn't know what else to tell him. I was sorry, but I was mostly embarrassed.
"I told you not to be sorry. Do you want some help putting on the cream the first time?"
Maybe I should have some help. He seemed to know what he was doing around wounds caused by dragon claws. "Uh, sure. Thanks. Do you want me to just take off my shirt, or what?"
He got up from his computer and nodded to the bed. I stripped off my shirt and sat there until he applied gentle pressure to my shoulder, laying me down on top of his comforter. I wasn't worried about being in his bed right then. He was nothing like Imrel. He didn't want me. He didn't even like me most of the time, it seemed like. I was just the inconvenient human to him, and while that usually bothered me at least on some level, right then it really worked for me. It made beingthere with him like that much easier as he took the cream he'd given me and started gently working into the deep puncture wounds on my side.
"Did you get to see Jack at all?"
He was another person that I didn't really want to talk about right then. "I shouldn't have asked him out again. He still wanted to wait to have sex until marriage. I thought he was ready to give up that idea."
Bolivar was a little rougher than I thought he needed to be as soon as I'd said that. "Ow. That hurt."
He very clearly didn't care as he kept packing the thick salve into the holes in my side. "Turn over."
"I think you got them," I said. I was miserable with my renewed pain.
"Just do it," he said. His tone was sharp, and I moved to quickly obey him. I remembered how bad it was to piss off a dragon.
I rolled away from him and pulled one of his pillows under my chest. I didn't think there were any holes on my back, and as I felt Bolivar slide his thighs over my hips, I knew that he'd lied to me. "What are you doing?"
Before saying anything to me, he reached into my front pocket and took out my cell.
"Bolivar?" I was trying not to panic. Not yet, anyway. But he was making that really hard for me as he sat there on my butt, pinning me down.
"Now that you've had sex, do you think it would have been better to be with someone you cared about?"
I had no idea where he was going with this, but I still answered him honestly anyway. "Yes."
