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Chapter Seven
Calliope shimmied to the edge of the table and slipped off. Holding her hands over her breasts and lower parts, she turned to him.
He was up on his elbow with a fearsome half-smile on his face. Though how he combined menace with a smile was beyond her comprehension.
It... made her wonder what he meant to do next.
No one had ever looked at her that way.
She cleared her throat. “I need to get dressed and cleaned up. Where?”
“You need not hide. I’ve seen you. Take away those hands.”
If she didn’t, he would likely wait and wait. She lowered her hands to her sides, feeling nervous while he studied her.
“You will not conceal yourself in my presence again.” At last, he nodded toward the door. “No one else is in this part of the quarters. Out and to the left are my bedroom and bathroom. Don’t go straight, you’ll hit the public dining room.”
She headed for the door, scooping up the dress, the armored suit, and her underclothes on the way past, acutely aware of her ass being bare.
“Wear the dress, not the suit. Nice rear.” He chuckled.
She held up three fingers and rotated them in the universal fuck you to eternity gesture.
“I’d chase you and spank you but I’m tired.” She heard him give an exaggerated sigh. “So instead, I will reserve my punishment for the future.”
Her step faltered. The mauleon knew how to mess with her head. What did he mean?
The bedroom and shower were rather too dark of color and dramatic, but she coped, washed, slipped into her dress after drying herself. He’d ripped the suit at the crotch, so she couldn’t have worn it. His towel smelled of him. Stinky. It both repelled her and aroused her.
She shook her head, exasperated with herself.
Her underclothes were sliced and impossible to fix. She left them on the floor, grumbling and kicking them aside. More evidence of her recent madness.
He’d made her do it, she told herself, over and over.
But she’d loved it, even if below ached.
She hadn’t seen how much of him had entered her, and she did wonder if he truly thought all of him would fit.
Which was assuming they’d have sex again.
Calli stalked back into what she thought of as his throne room, and found him sitting on that chair, naked, with that big cock of his lolling on his thigh.
Eyes wide, she whipped her focus higher.
Drake raised his eyebrows.
She tugged at the skirt of her dress, thought of stamping her feet but her boots were missing. “My boots, I need them and my pack, those pistols were my father’s. Please return them.”
