13
Jorik
“This isn’t your quarters,” she said as I let her precede me into the room. She looked about, frowned.
I took in the plain space. White walls, dark flooring. A small bed, not sized for an Atlan and especially not two Prillons with their mate. A table, chair and S-Gen machine. I knew a bathing room was through the door on the left.
“No. This is for guests.”
Those who aren’t staying.
She turned and looked up at me. “I thought we’d be going to your rooms.” She stepped close and ran her hand up my chest. “To… get to know each other.”
Her smile was pure seduction, but it made me step back, bump into the wall. Gods, this slip of a female had me on the retreat. Even the Hive hadn’t done that.
My beast growled for her to stay away, but it had the opposite effect on her. She steppe
