The door swished open. She dropped the implement and turned like a naughty child, hands flying behind her back, just as he’d ordered. So it seemed her body had made the choice of how to greet him. Submissively.
His eyes raked over her body, turning more purple. This time, she saw the horns move, actually thicken and grow taller, leaning in her direction. Did they reflect arousal? Interest? She licked her lips.
Sexy Zandian.
“Little human.” His voice sounded raspy, almost pained. The door swished closed behind him, and he sauntered forward. “Have you been good?”
There was the promise of punishment in his voice, a delicious promise, as if he knew they’d both enjoy such a thing.
She licked her lips. She considered issuing her complaints, but the words fluttered away under his dark stare.
