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“We should have sex.”
I must’ve misheard. “I’m sorry, what?”
He glanced at me. His blue eyes were warm, as if heated from within. Wow. “I said, we should have sex. You and me.”
“No.” Alarm made me sit up straighter.
“What do you mean, no?”
“I mean no. Has it been so long since you heard the word that you might have forgotten what it meant?”
Chapter 13
“Do you have a girlfriend?” Grandma Frida asked.
I put my hand over my face.
“No,” Mad Rogan said.
“A boyfriend?” Grandma Frida asked.
“No.”
“What about . . .”
“No,” Mom and I said in unison.
“But you don’t even know what I wanted to ask!”
“No,” we said again together.
“Party poopers.” Grandma shrugged.
Chapter 10
“You’re rich, right?” My voice came out rough.
“Yes.”
“Couldn’t you spring for air-conditioning in the room?”
“I didn’t expect to sit here for hours. But if you’re too hot, feel free to take the bra off.”
I gave him the finger.
“What are you?” he asked.
“I’m the woman you chained in your basement. I’m your captive. Your . . . victim. Yes, that’s the right word. All of that education. How come nobody ever explained to you that you can’t just kidnap people because you feel like it?”
“I really would like to know,” he said with genuine curiosity. “The next time I kill someone, I’d like to do it in a way that doesn’t freak you out.”
“How about you don’t kill anybody for a little bit?”
“I can’t make that promise.”
Small talk with the dragon. How are you? Eaten any adventurers lately? Sure, just had one this morning. Look, I still got his femur stuck in my teeth. Is that upsetting to you?
“You stopped calling me Mad a while ago,” he observed.
“I called you Mad mostly to remind myself who I was dealing with.” I leaned my butt against the desk.
“And who would that be?”
“A possibly psychopathic mass murderer who can’t be trusted.”
No reaction.
“And now you call me Rogan. What are you reminding yourself of now?”
“That you’re mortal.”
“Planning on killing me?” An amused light flashed in his eyes.
“Not unless you become a direct threat. Are you planning on becoming a direct threat?” I winked at him.
He laughed quietly.
“Dragons.”Rogan snapped his fingers.
Oh crap.
“I wondered why I kept getting dragons around you.”He leaned forward. His eyes lit up, turning back to their clear sky blue. “You think I’m a dragon.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”My face felt hot. I was probably blushing. Damn it.
His smile went from amused to sexual, so charged with promise that carnal was the only way to describe it. I almost bolted out of my chair.
“Big powerful scary dragon.”
“You have delusions of grandeur.”
“Do I have a lair? Did I kidnap you to it from your castle?”
I stared straight at him, trying to frost my voice. “You have some strange fantasies, Rogan. You may need professional help.”
“Would you like to volunteer?”
“No. Besides, dragons kidnap virgins, so I’m out.”And why had I just told him I was not a virgin? Why did I even go there?
“It doesn’t matter if I’m the first. It only matters that I’ll be the last.”
“You won’t be the first, the last, or anything in between. Not in a million years.”
He laughed.
“Yes. I wanted to skip the bullshit.”
“So what happened? You changed your mind and now you want the bullshit?”
Rogan’s phone chimed.
“Yes, I want your bullshit.”
“Well, you don’t get to have any of my bullshit. I’m keeping it.” Okay, and that didn’t sound childish. Not at all.
“Why not?”
“Because you call it bullshit.”
„Have you ever seen a betta fish?” I asked.
„Of course.”
„Well, when you and Rogan come into each other's view, you act like two male betta fishes. You puff your fins out and swim around trying to intimidate each other. […]”
„I take offense at that,” Augustine said.
„You're giving Augustine too much credit,” Rogan said. „His fins don't impress me.”