be in the same room sometimes with too many people and I really don’t like touching people. There are times when I think my head is going to come apart. You take all that craziness away for me. I didn’t think it was possible.”
Scarlet felt an explosion of happiness blossoming up from her deepest core. It happened very fast and was so strong it shook her. She loved that she did that for him. She wanted to do so much more for him.
As if he could read her mind, and she was fairly certain he could, he kept talking as he walked. “I didn’t think there was a woman alive who could make my cock so fucking hard without me commanding it to become that way until I walked into that library.”
She loved that too. Absinthe stated it so casually and that made his declaration all the more real. He walked to the master bedroom and opened the door, stepping back to allow her to precede him. The moment she walked in, her heart began to beat overtime again in anticipation. She had no idea that just the thought of what Absinthe might say or do would be so exciting to her. She spotted her bags on the floor just inside the door and leaned down to pick them up.
“Run us a bath, baby,” he said, removing the bags from her hands.
She nodded and started to turn toward the master bath.
“Strip first. You don’t need clothes in here. I have clothes I like you to wear in the bedroom, or nothing at all. You have the most beautiful body I’ve ever fuckin’ seen.”
He hadn’t pushed her into obeying him, but she wanted to. She had that weird proclivity she couldn’t quite overcome. She found it strange that she didn’t have the same thing in other areas of her life, only when it came to sex, and especially when it came to Absinthe, a thousand times stronger when it came to him.
“You have a problem with what I just asked of you?” The question came low, no judgment, no animosity or anger, just a simple query.
She shook her head. She didn’t. She stood uncertainly in the middle of the room, waiting, but he just walked to the door that he’d told her earlier led to the closet. He leaned one hip against it and folded his arms across his chest, his eyes on her. Her mouth went dry. Her heart did that strange acceleration she found promoted a thundering through her body that led straight to her sex.
Her hands shook as she shimmied out of her jeans and underwear. His eyes drifted over her body as she removed her top and bra. She looked around a little helplessly as if she didn’t know what to do with her clothes.
“There’s a hamper in the other room. I like the bathwater very hot, miledi.”
She lifted her gaze to his and her entire body flushed with heat. The lines in his face were carved with pure carnal desire, all for her. He was completely focused on her. He had a way of looking at her she’d never experienced with any other man and she couldn’t quite explain. It was as if when his crystal eyes moved over her body, dwelling on her breasts and drifting farther down, brushing her skin with those strange blue wicked flames, she felt them licking at her skin. He seemed to see right through her, branding her bones, claiming her, until she felt so completely his, she didn’t know how she could explain it to herself let alone to someone else. He was in her mind, moving there, stroking and caressing, whispering even, until she wanted to please him and do anything he asked of her.
Absinthe had power in him. So much it shocked her. She’d witnessed that power when he spoke to Adrik and yet she’d put herself in his hands. She should be afraid of him. She was intimidated. She was standing in the middle of the room naked, without a single weapon, knowing he was a trained assassin and had a voice that could command someone to do his bidding, yet she was putting herself in his hands. She began trembling, her entire body shaking almost to the point she could barely stand. What was wrong with her?
Absinthe straightened slowly, walked over to her with his easy, measured step and stopped right in front of her. He leaned down, framed her face in both hands and