Chapter 10: Rihanna: Take a Bow
Her tone was polite, but her eyes were sharper than wolf fangs.
"Uh... look," he began, casually scratching the back of his neck like that would somehow undo all his poor life choices. "I know you heard about the marriage thing with the princess. It wasn’t planned, alright? The king just kind of... ordered it." He laughed awkwardly.
"Yes... sure," Jane replied, her perfectly manicured fingers wrapping tighter around her glass. If whiskey were alive, it would be sweating.
"So... I have things to get done," Kyllian said, already half-turned toward the door. "See you around?"
"Alpha," she said again, more firmly this time. "I know it’s an arranged marriage. My father is a council member, remember?"
"Okay?" he said cautiously.
Jane moved toward him with the kind of grace that made men write bad poetry. Her hips swayed. With slow, deliberate fingers, she reached out and ran one polished nail down the center of his chest, through his open collar, stopping just above his belt. Her eyes never left his.
"I can still satisfy you," she whispered. "Whenever you want."
Kyllian’s jaw tightened, but he managed a smile. A real one this time. He gently caught her wrist, stopping the trail of temptation mid-route. "Not going to happen," he said, stepping back and letting her hand fall.
"Kyllian?" Jane gasped, blinking as if she had just been slapped.