14. Angélique
14
Angélique
I still spent some time with Cassiopé and a few of the younger warriors after dinner, lounging in a room next to the kitchen, where they have retractable screens and couches. Again, it felt nice, but I’m not used to being with so many people for so long, and I welcome my alone time when everyone finally leaves to go to bed.
I’ve been back in my room for less than five minutes when I hear noises coming from the room next door.
Elhyor is back in his room.
I should be doing something. Go see him, try to spend some time with him.
I need him to lower his guard, and even if it’s not for our wedding night, I still need to get him in bed.
I don’t think he would be the kind of man who would let any threat get close to him, and if he’s not high on endorphins or any substance—maybe I should have brought alcohol instead of poisons—I think he’ll see anything coming at him.
I look at what I packed in my bag and realize that I never had any plan of trying to seduce him. The only bras and underwear I brought are plain black numbers and are more practical than they are sexy.
Not sure it would work.
Maybe I should try something else.
I put on my biggest shirt—the one I sleep in—and panties and decide to knock on the door between our two rooms just like this.
As I knock, the sound resonates, like there are two doors there.
I unlock my side, open it, and yes, there’s another door just behind.
“What do you want?” I hear him growl from the other side of his door as I look at the other side of my door. It doesn’t have a lock.
I guess both have to be open if we want to go from one room to the other. I’m surprised that he didn’t want access to me directly.
I’m surprised he gave me a choice.
I shouldn’t, though… I’m not a prisoner, after all.
“I don’t know how to make the computer work,” I say in my whiniest voice.
Maybe if he thinks I need help, he will spend a bit of time with me. I know I sound desperate, but I’m not sure what would be worse. Knowing that he wasn’t giving me a chance to complete my mission or the fact that my father would know I didn’t.
“I’ll get one of the tech guys to show you tomorrow,” he answers, opening the door in a fast burst. “Anything else?” he asks, already closing the door again.
Shit. I definitely didn’t think this through.
Oh well, here goes nothing.
“Am I not good enough for you to marry?” I ask.
I don’t know where that question came from, but as I see his face go paler, I realize it might have been my best question.
There’s a knock on his door, and his face turns back to its normal shade.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says before he closes the door between our rooms, surely to go open the other one.
Well, I guess I’ll have to find another way to get his attention.
I wait for whoever came knocking on Elhyor’s door to be gone and put my idea in practice.
I probably should try to read the media key Ari?l gave me, but I don’t want to make it look like it was just a ruse to get Elhyor into my room.
It was just a ruse, but no one needs to know that, especially Elhyor.
By the time I hear his door close, I make sure my main door is locked and the one between our rooms is still open.
I’ve never done what I am about to do, and somehow it thrills me.
Well, actually, I’ve done it plenty of times under my shower, I think as I slip my hand inside my panties.
It’s just that I never had an audience before—even if it’s not an audience who is aware he is going to listen to me.
I close my eyes and let my imaginary fantasy take over in my mind as I plunge a finger inside my pussy to wet it before I rub my clit.
A second finger joins the first, and all I can hear in the room is the wet sound of my fingers and my breath getting shallower.
I keep imagining my perfect man, and as my first moan escapes me, I realize he’s changed.
He still has his perfect white-blond hair, and I can still drown inside the golden hue of his eyes… but where he had perfectly smooth skin, he’s now sporting a very short beard that I’m dying to scratch and tattoos all over his torso…
Tattoos that I very much would like to lick.
By the time I realize I might have added a bit of Elhyor to my own fantasy, I’m a panting mess, and it’s his name I moan softly when I come.