venom was supposedly the most potent. If that didn’t work either, Richard would have to accept that he just didn’t possess the godly genes.
It was so unfair.
Bringing him all the way to the fountain of youth and then denying him access was just too cruel. What had he done to deserve such punishment?
It was one thing not to know about immortals and never to hope to become one, and another thing altogether to have the prospect of immortality dangled in front of his face and then snatched away.
“Do you need help getting home?” Marla got out of bed and put a robe on. “I can get the golf cart for you.”
“No way. I’d become the laughingstock of the village. But if you could be a doll and make me a cup of coffee, that would be great.”
“No problem, sweetie.” She patted his cheek. “I’ll do more than that. How about a couple of juicy steaks? That should replenish your depleted energy reserves.”
“You’re awesome.” He pulled her between his spread thighs. “Perhaps you are the one for me?”
Marla grimaced. “I wish. But I don’t feel it. Sorry, Richard.”
“Don’t be. I was just teasing. You are great, and I wish you were the one, but I don’t feel it either.” He let go of her and pushed up slowly this time. “I’ll grab a shower if you don’t mind.”
“Go ahead. By the time you’re done, I’ll have the steaks ready.”
He watched her saunter away, her beautiful ass swaying from side to side under the sheer robe that did nothing to hide her enticing curves.
Except, as lovely as Marla was, Richard couldn’t get it up for her one more time even if his life depended on it.
Unbelievably, he was tired of his gigolo role only ten days after assuming it. The problem was that he hadn’t taken into consideration the incredible stamina of immortal females, or their desire to get their money’s worth after winning him for the night.
If not for the urgency of his situation, a more relaxed schedule would have been better.
Richard loved the bidding process. Watching the ladies go wild over him was an ego boost like no other, especially since their excitement spilled over into the bedroom. Their aggression and boldness was invigorating, but it was also tiring.
In fact, he was considering swallowing his pride and asking Amanda to cancel tonight’s auction because he was exhausted, physically and mentally.
Right now, spending an evening in front of the tube seemed like a sweet dream. Or, if he could stay over at Marla’s and just spend time talking with her, it would be even better.
He really wasn’t in the mood to jump into the next female’s bed.
The question was whether Marla would want him to stay if sex was no longer on the table. Worst case scenario, if she said no, he could go home and sleep for twenty-four hours.
With that prospect becoming more appealing by the minute, Richard got out of the shower, wrapped himself in one of Marla’s fluffy towels, and padded to the bedroom to get his phone.
Amanda answered on the third ring. “Richard, darling, are you ready for tonight’s auction?”
“That’s what I’m calling about. Is it possible to cancel it? I’m feeling a little under the weather.” He sat on the bed and adjusted the towel around his thighs.
Amanda gasped. “Are you transitioning?”
“I wish, but I think it’s just fatigue. I’ve had too much excitement for the past week and a half. This human needs to rest.”
“I understand. The ladies will be disappointed, but I don’t want you to force yourself to do anything that you’re not comfortable with. This should go on only as long as you are having fun.”
“I’m having fun, just too much of it. I didn’t expect the vigor if you know what I mean. I’m good in the sack, but I’m not a god.”
Amanda laughed. “Of course, darling. I should have realized that a human, no matter how energetic, couldn’t possibly keep up. How about canceling the auctions for tonight and tomorrow?”
“I’d appreciate it.”
“Did you talk with Kian yet?”
“About what?”
“You need to ask him to induce you himself.”
Richard switched the phone to his other ear. “Bowen promised to ask on my behalf.”
“I see. I’ll put in a good word for you as well. You’ve been a trooper through it all.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Bye, Amanda.” He disconnected the call and put the phone on the nightstand.
As Marla opened the door, the smell of grilled steak wafted into the room.