Brim shook his head. “No, and don’t say a word. I’ll figure out how and when to tell her.”
Slade chuckled and Brim turned back to the door, throwing it open and marching through the room, heading directly towards the bed. It was empty.
Brim scowled, his anger rising while he searched. Her scent lingered, but she didn’t. Amber and her suitcase were gone.
I’ve only been gone forty minutes. Fucking demon balls! I knew I shouldn’t have left her alone.
“Where the fuck is she?!”
At Brim's roar, Slade raced into their suite and scanned the room. “Misplaced your mate already?”
Brim marched to the door. He would track her down and…what? Drag her back? No, he would teleport her directly to his lair in the Dragon Realm where she couldn’t run off the second his back was turned. This was it. He was mating her the moment he tracked her down.
“You know, the thing about humans,” Slade said, picking up a notepad by the desk in the sitting area, “is if you don’t directly tell them things, they don’t understand what’s going on. Amber doesn’t know she’s your mate, or the fact you’re a dragon because you didn’t tell her. Humans don’t have the same ability given to us by the gods to tell when they find the other half of their souls.”
Brim turned on Slade, growling, ready to take his head off. “How do you know her name's Amber?”
“Because she left you this.” He held out the note.
Brim snatched the pad from Slade’s hand.
Brimstone, thank you for an amazing night, thank you for being my hero. It’s something I’ll never forget.
Amber.
P.S. If you feel like catching up again, I’m heading off on a bus tour. There is a spare spot with Wayne out of the picture. Seven thirty this morning from my previous hotel.
Brim checked the clock. It was fifteen past seven already, and he would never make it across town in time using human methods of transport.
“Just what is a bus tour?” Slade glanced over his arm.
“Change. We’re about to find out.” Brim used his powers to change into fresh clothing. Slade did the same, a gleam in his eyes.
“Well, what better way to learn about humans, right?”
Brim nodded, grabbed Slade’s shoulder and teleported them out.
Chapter 5
Sunglasses covered Amber's sleep-deprived eyes. She chewed on her lip, now regretting leaving the note in Brimstone’s room—a stupid afterthought on her part. No doubt, he would think she was an idiot, getting her hopes up about the possibility he would actually join her. He was probably out, having breakfast and boasting to his buddy about his easy conquest.
Such a stupid fantasy to entertain the thought she meant more to him than a one night stand. Fantasies she needed to keep for her stories and not real life.
A white bus gleamed in the morning sun as it pulled up, already reasonably full of fellow tourists.
The vehicle came to a stop and the driver, an older man, opened the door. He climbed down and greeted her with a cheery smile. He was dressed in black shorts and a white polo shirt with the company logo on the breast and 'Sam' embroidered below.
“Miss Anderson?”
She approached, her tote bag slung over her shoulder. “Yes, that’s me.”
“And Mr Goolia?”
Sam, the driver, glanced around as if expecting her ex-boyfriend to be hiding behind the foliage of the hotel entrance.
His eyes suddenly widened, and Amber’s heart pounded in both trepidation and excitement; she whirled around, knowing only one person commanded this kind of wide-eyed fear from people.
Brimstone stalked towards her with a fierce scowl on his ruggedly handsome face. Behind him was another man, not quite as tall, but he was seriously gorgeous, with golden blond hair and almost shining, hazel-gold eyes. A smile played upon his full, firm lips.
She looked back to Brimstone. Nup—nothing compared to his magnificence, especially in broad daylight.
Wow, with each stride, the power rolled off him. Her pussy quivered with the memory of everything he had done to her last night, and she struggled with a sudden, desperate need to have those strong arms wrapped around her once again.
“You left!” His outraged bellow made the tour driver step back and cower.
She wasn’t frightened by his outburst, or the angry scowl on his face. Instinctively, she knew he would never harm her. She shoved her sunglasses up, raising an eyebrow at him with a ‘yeah, so what’ look.
She was fed up to the teeth with pushy men, who thought they could take over and run her life.
“Look, Mr. I’m hotter than lava Brimstone. Of course I left; you were gone and I had things to do. Just because you can fuck like a machine doesn’t give you the right to order me about.”