Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Victoria was perfect for him, as far as he was concerned. But would she feel the same way about him? That he was perfect for her?
Again, Chain didn’t know. But he supposed, very soon, that he would find out.
Chapter Thirty-two
Vicky woke from a wonderful dream about someone who loved her holding her in his arms.
“Wake up, sweetheart. Wake up, beautiful Victoria,” a soft, deep voice was murmuring.
“Hmm?” She rolled over and stretched, trying to find her phone. Had the alarm gone off? Was she going to be late for school? That was one thing about being a teacher—you hardly ever got to sleep in, which was mostly okay with Vicky since she was a morning person anyway. But—
“Victoria, are you awake?” someone asked.
Vicky jumped as the voice registered and she saw a large, dim shape beside her. Holy God, who was in her bed? Had she actually taken that guy she’d met on the dating app—Ted—home last night? She’d been intending to get some sex for the first time in years, but in a hotel room—not actually in her own bed. Had she really—?
“Victoria?” the man asked again and she saw that his eyes were midnight-blue. She could tell this because they were glowing faintly in the dim gray illumination which seemed to be coming in through a huge bank of windows on the far wall.
Vicky frowned. Wait, he had glowing eyes? Also, she didn’t have a bunch of windows in her bedroom—especially not giant floor-to-ceiling glass ones. Living in Florida—which was hurricane country—that would have been a really bad idea. It was hard enough to get regular-sized windows boarded and shuttered up when a big one was coming, let alone windows the size of king-sized mattress!
Slowly, realization began to creep in on her as her memory filled in the blanks. This wasn’t her bedroom or her house—it wasn’t even her planet. And the man beside her was definitely not balding, paunchy Ted who had stood her up after a single glance on Valentine’s night.
No, the man in bed beside her wasn’t a man at all—he was a Kindred warrior—a devastatingly handsome, much-too-young-for-her warrior who had given her two mind-blowing orgasms the night before, when they’d been putting on a sex-show to prove what a good sex teacher she was.
God, what in the world had gotten into her?
“Chain?” she asked, finally finding his name. The events of the past twenty-four hours seemed like a dream—too strange and surreal to be believed. In fact, if she’d woken up in her own bed at home, she would have assumed she’d dreamed it all.
But the big Kindred sitting in bed beside her was no dream—he was very real and he had an extremely serious look on his chiseled features.
“Good, you’re up,” he said, seeing that she was finally awake. “Here—drink this. It’s caffeine brew—I made it at one of the beverage stations which moved near us during the night.”
“Moved…near us?” Vicky took the steaming mug he was holding out to her automatically and looked around. Her eyes were getting used to the dim gray light coming in through the windows now, and she saw that they were appeared to be sitting in a huge silver beanbag-type bed thing. Not too far away was a cluster of kitchen equipment which Chain had evidently used to make the drink he had given her.
“Yes—remember? Professor Torella has all her furniture programmed to move around at night and rearrange itself,” he said. “Luckily we didn’t go too far—just closer to the pool of vexba oil.”
He nodded to the other side of the bed and Vicky saw the pale early-morning light reflected off the placid surface of the purple pool. It looked silver in the dim luminescence.
“Oh, right,” she murmured, shaking her head. “Sorry—everything that happened yesterday is kind of a blur.”
“Not all of it, I hope,” Chain murmured, his eyes going half-lidded in the pale morning light.
“Oh, well…”
Suddenly, more of the night before rushed back to Vicky’s mind. She remembered soaking in the pool and getting completely relaxed—not that she’d needed much relaxation after drinking the incredibly strong liqueur right before giving her lecture on Tex-Mex food. And then, after soaking in the pool, she and Chain had…
Holy God, did we really do that? Did I really let him massage me and go down on me in front of an audience?
A small audience, but an audience nonetheless, she thought.
Chain, who had been studying her face, nodded and a little smile crooked the corner of his mouth.
“I see it’s all coming back to you,” he rumbled.
“I…I guess so.”
Vicky took a sip from the mug to cover her confusion, burning her tongue on the hot, sweet liquid in the process. She barely noticed.
“Look, Chain—” she began, and then didn’t know what to say.
What could she say, anyway, about the things they’d done the night before?