Oh, brother. “I should go.”
He shook his head. “Why? It doesn’t bother me to have you here. Stay.”
She was so damn tempted, especially with the way he pushed the rest of the fruit to the other side of the desk—the side with the massive chair lined with gold and a big lion’s crest in the center.
“I guess I can stay for a little while.” She offered her hand to him and smiled. “I’m Isabella. Everyone calls me Bella.”
“Trey.” He said, grabbing her hand and lifting it up to his lips.
A hot shudder raced down her spine and shot straight to her pussy. “Nice to meet you, Trey.” Thank god he couldn’t read her mind, or he’d know she was having some downright filthy thoughts about getting his gorgeous face between her legs.#p#分页标题#e#
NINE
Alyx knew he shouldn’t lie to his future queen. He knew it, but she was there with Gerri—there to help the matchmaker find him a wife. Well, too fucking bad. He wanted Bella, the assistant. And the best way to get her was to trick her to see him as a random male instead of the king.
Was it wrong? Without a doubt. But he was still going to do it. Giving Bella his childhood nickname wasn’t the best way to start a relationship with her, but he already did it and wasn’t taking it back. The lion inside him pushed with a massive roar to claim his mate. She was the one. All it had taken was Gerri showing up for his mate to appear. He’d never live it down.
Bella pulled back his chair and made herself comfortable on it. Seeing her in his seat did something to him. It cemented the fact that this was the woman. She was it. Even if her scent hadn’t immediately pulled his lion from sleep, her personality and wit transfixed him.
“You just got to the castle with Gerri, didn’t you?” he asked, wanting to know anything and everything about her. His mate. His queen. The pounding of his lion’s incessant growling to stamp his teeth marks on her and claim her was getting hard to ignore.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
The words hammered in his head. She glanced at the wine glass, and he immediately refilled it for her.
“It was kind of a hard trip on me. I hope the king doesn’t think I’m rude, but I needed to sleep so badly.” She lifted the glass to her lips and sipped. He clutched at the jar as he listened to her moan while she swallowed. “This is so good. I swear to god, I’m going to need a recipe before I go home. Or a barrel. Either works.”
Home? She was home already.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
He had to bite his lip to stop his growl.
“What happened with your trip?” He frowned, noticing the bruises under her eyes. She did have a harsh trek. Normally blood vessels didn’t burst unless a person fought the gravitational pull.
She drank her wine in two gulps and sighed. “A frickin’ panic attack. That’s some crazy shit. I don’t normally get that.”
He made a mental note to send tea up to her room. “Are you feeling any better now?”
She grinned softly. The wine was getting to her. He saw it in the way her pupils dilated and how she leaned her head on her hand. “I feel great. It’s pretty late, isn’t it? I can’t tell time so well here. Not with two moons.” She laughed. “You guys don’t do anything half-assed, do you?”
He refilled her wine. “Not really sure what that means, since we have nothing to do with there being two moons in Aurora.”
“I gotta tell you, that’s a beautiful name for your world.” She sighed and voiced it slowly, “Aurora.”
“I like yours better. Bella.”
“I like how you say my name,” she said the words low enough that if he hadn’t had sensitive hearing he wouldn’t have caught them.
“How is that?” he asked, his fingers itching to get a hold of her.
“You have this strange accent that is so sexy. How many languages do you speak?”
“Over three hundred. All our inhabitants speak almost every major language on Earth along with some dialects. We are also familiar with other galaxy languages from nearby.” He met her gaze and almost groaned at the scent of her desire. “Back to you, Bella. You are beautiful. It’s appropriate for you.”
She shook her head. “You’re just saying that. Men don’t call me beautiful. Not that I need anyone to, but they don’t normally say that. Fat, yes. Beautiful, no. Not that I don’t think I am beautiful.”#p#分页标题#e#
He hated that she didn’t see what he saw. “You shouldn’t debate the beauty I see. I don’t see what others from your world, tainted by whatever they consider beauty, see. I see a woman with beautiful hair that shines like silk and a body that makes everything in me hard. Your curves are not just desired on this planet, they are preferred in a female. And everything from your hair to your waist to your tiny feet makes me want to get on my knees and kiss every inch of your body. Not just that,” he said, staring at her mouth. “I can tell you have a fiery spirit, and I like that. Don’t tell me the beauty I see isn’t there.”