The King(46)

So again, why the visit up here?
Not that that was a question he was going to look too closely at.
“What may I get you?” she said. And man, that earnest concern put him to shame.
“Ah … actually one of those Cokes, please?”
Oh, yeaaah, the way she moved as she went over to the bag she’d put down. So smooth and even, her hips shifting under that robe, her shoulders counterbalancing, her …
He averted his eyes from her posterior assets.
Although, dayum.
As she came over to the bed, he moved himself closer to the middle of the mattress, hoping she would sit down. She didn’t. She bent at the waist and handed him the plastic bottle. Then she stepped back, keeping a respectful distance.
The soda let out a hiss as he unscrewed the cap.
“Please tell me what ails you.”
Her hands twisted in front of her, wringing, wringing.
“Just a migraine.” He took a long draft off the bottle. “Wow, that’s good.”
The view was better.
“What is it?”
“Coca-Cola.” Trez paused before his second hit, realizing she wasn’t asking about the Real Thing. “A migraine’s a kind of headache. No big deal.”
Well, except for the fact that his lasted up to twelve hours and made him feel like death.#p#分页标题#e#
Her beautiful eyes narrowed. “If it’s not of concern, why was your brother so worried?”
“He’s like that. A hysteric.” Trez shut his lids and draaaaaaaaaaaaaank. And once more. “Nectar of the gods, for real.”
“I’ve never thought of him in that manner. But of course, you know him better.”
As she hovered, he wished she were half as interested in the fact that his chest was on full display: He wasn’t arrogant, but usually the females looked at him and didn’t look away.
“Don’t worry, he’ll be fine,” he grumbled. “And so will I.”
“But you’ve been up here all day—since you came home last night.”
He was about to get truly annoyed with himself when he thought … wait a minute. “How’d you know that?”
The fact that she glanced away quickly made him sit up again.
“Your brother mentioned something about it downstairs.”
Doubt that. iAm rarely talked to people unless he had to.
So she must have been looking for him. Right?
Trez let his lids lower. “Hey, do you mind sitting down here—I’m finding it hard to keep looking up at you.”
Liar.
“Oh, but of course.”
Niiiiiice.
As she eased herself onto the bed and arranged her robing, he knew he was milking it, but come on. He’d spent a considerable amount of time lying on the tile in front of the toilet merely hours ago.
“Are you sure you are not in need of a healer?” she asked, her eyes hypnotizing him to the point where he just watched her blink, those long lashes swooping up and down. “And be of truth this time.”
Oh, he wanted to tell her one kind of truth, all right. But there was no reason to act a fool.
“It’s just a headache that lasts awhile. Honest. And I’ve had them all my adult life—my brother doesn’t get them, but I heard my father did. They’re not a party, but nothing that’ll hurt me.”
“Has your father passed?”
Trez tightened his face to make sure he showed nothing. “He’s still living and breathing. But he’s dead to me.”
“Whatever for?”
“Long story.”
“And …?”
“Nope. Too long, too complicated.”
“Did you have other plans this evening then?” This was said with a quiet challenge.
“Are you offering to stay with me?”
She looked down at her hands. “This … long story of your parents. Is that why you have a last name?”
How did she know …?
Trez started smiling, and it was a good thing she was ducking his eyes or she would have gotten a whole lot of his pearly whites.
Someone had indeed been checking up on him—and wasn’t that interesting.
As for the last name? “That’s just made up. I work in the human world and I needed a cover.”
“What manner of work are you engaged in?”
Trez frowned, picturing the inside of his club—and then the inside of that bathroom he’d used as a fuck palace how many times?
“Nothing important.”
“Then why do you do it?”
He took a final long draw on his Coke and stared into space. “Everyone’s got to be somewhere.”
God, he really didn’t want to get into that part of his life—to the point where if she had to leave because the convo ran out of gas, fine: In a flash, images of him having sex with that long succession of human women flashed in front of his eyes, taking Selena’s place until he couldn’t even smell her anymore.