From Slave To Queen (Athena and Michael) novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145

Chapter 145

He sets his glass down and interlaces his fingers under his chin.

“Now, how about we focus on getting to know each other a little better?”

“I thought we already knew each other.”

“Nonsense. He waves a hand. “I only know what I’ve seen from the outside. We haven’t had many chances to talk much less to truly know one another. I just know you’re scandalized by parties and that you hate my kind with fervor.

“And that’s not enough?”

“Not even close.” He reaches for my hand. “I want to know even the tiniest things: What’s your favorite color? Do you play any instruments? What side of the bed do you like to sleep on?”

For a second. I think his behavior is a little unhinged, but I don’t say it aloud. Instead, I answer his questions directly and concisely.

“Red No. And why does the side of the bed I sleep on matter?”

I need to know for when I have the pleasure of sleeping with you. I wouldn’t want any awkward situations.”

The food in my mouth goes down the wrong way, and I cough over my plate.

“You’re very confident, aren’t you?”

“I always believe in my chances.”

“And you? What’s your favorite color? Do you play any instruments? Bed side?”

“Green, of course. I play the violin. And the left side–though I can adapt.”

He winks at me after saying this. He looks at me with those playful pink eyes while I continue with my breakfast. The food is good, juicy, however, I feel like something’s missing. I push that thought to the back of my mind and focus on watching my table companion. He studies me with interest. I do the same to him, unafraid of looking too much, because I know his deceptive gift has no effect on me. His beauty is exquisite, but it doesn’t enchant me at least not like it does others. He’s clearly attractive, but I won’t go crazy over him.

“Can I ask you something?” I say to break this moment of intense staring.

“I’m dying for you to do it.”

For a second, I think I blush.

“Could I visit Walter?”

“Walier?” He raises his eyebrows. “Walter, Aeron’s feeder?”

“Yes. Arron’s feeder. We’re good friends, and I was wondering if I could pay him a visit.”

“Are you asking me for permission?”

“Should I?”

He slowly draws a smile from ear to ear, with a flirtatious and wicked air. His land covers mine and gently strokes my skin, tracing along it until he plays with my fingers. I don’t pull away.

“I think I was quite clear when I told you that you’re not a prisoner. You’re free to make your own decisions. If what you want your friend, dust”

Just like that

“Were you expecting to pass a test or something?”

“No, it’s just that…”

“You’re not used to it.”

is to visit

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