another laugh in relief. Not lies, plots or betrayals, just a strange man who’d snuck a peek at the genitals of the mythical beast that happened to be me.
This time the laugh made it free. Damn, the man was adorable when he was embarrassed. “You know, Davis…that is kind of weird. Guess I should feel lucky you didn’t grope her tail.”
34
Amethyst Bound
“She is pink. It was a bit of a giveaway.”
“She’s purple. Besides, you’re pink now too, and I haven’t asked you to drop shorts.” At his shocked look I couldn’t help going one step further. “At least not out here in the garden.”
His mouth fell open as I walked past him. With him following mutely, I led us through the little garden area up to the building. The man was just too much fun to play with. Verbally sparring with him was an occupation I could get used to.
But then I remembered my fears from moments ago.
Could he be a threat? Obviously he was interested in me because of the dragon, but was that interest a danger?
“You worry too much.”
I ignored her. Worry kept me alive. “So which room is yours?”
He pulled out a key and opened the first door on the left, holding it open for me. I made it one step inside the room before laughing at the space he’d been living in for who knew how long. The room was small to begin with, and he had filled probably half the cubic space with textbooks and tattered notebooks. Good thing I hadn’t made my move on him yet. His research materials overflowed the bed.
“Did you leave anything at the office?”
“Yeah, my clothes,” he mumbled.
I could believe that. I wandered over to the first stack, and a single glance told me that the pile was dedicated to dragons. As was the next pile and the one after that. How lucky was it that the guy helping me with my dragon problem happened to be obsessed with dragons? A dragon expert and a box full of dragon pendants in the same place—was it a coincidence?
L. Shannon
35
But I didn’t believe in coincidences. He’d claimed to have been there for the box, so it wasn’t really suspicious.
I sighed and tried to let go of my usual distrust.
Davis was already settled into the only chair, with two books open on the bed before him and another in his lap.
He didn’t look or act suspicious unless I considered how happy he was to be involved. Who on earth would want to be carried off a mountain in the claws of a giant purple dragon?
Benjamin Davis.
The big question was should I confront him now and get this sorted out right away, or would that ruin his willingness to help? On the other hand, if he wasn’t willing to help, I could just eat him.
“He does look tasty,” Amethyst purred into my mind.
Did she mean for food or for sex? A shudder ran through my body as if in answer. She meant sex…definitely sex. “We have something in common, then.” I laughed at her mental smirk.
“Have what?” Davis asked without raising his head.
“Amethyst and I were just discussing your various merits.”
“Does she really talk to you? I didn’t hear any other voices.” He grabbed one of the textbooks from the bed and settled it onto his lap, on top of the first book.
“She talks in my head. Telepathy, I think it’s called.”
“Since both voices are in your head, I think that’s called schizophrenia.” He flashed me a dimpled grin before flipping through the book.
“Could be. Did I hallucinate turning into a dragon and carrying your ungrateful ass off the mountain?”
“If you did, so did I.” His face was covered with a silly smile, and I could imagine he was remembering the flight.
36
Amethyst Bound
“And why weren’t you afraid? Seems to me most people would be changing their shorts after that flight.
Hell, if I’d had control of my body, I might have needed a change myself.”
He shook his head and ducked back into the book on his lap.
“He is excited but unsure of himself.”
“How do you know that?”
“I read his
This time the laugh made it free. Damn, the man was adorable when he was embarrassed. “You know, Davis…that is kind of weird. Guess I should feel lucky you didn’t grope her tail.”
34
Amethyst Bound
“She is pink. It was a bit of a giveaway.”
“She’s purple. Besides, you’re pink now too, and I haven’t asked you to drop shorts.” At his shocked look I couldn’t help going one step further. “At least not out here in the garden.”
His mouth fell open as I walked past him. With him following mutely, I led us through the little garden area up to the building. The man was just too much fun to play with. Verbally sparring with him was an occupation I could get used to.
But then I remembered my fears from moments ago.
Could he be a threat? Obviously he was interested in me because of the dragon, but was that interest a danger?
“You worry too much.”
I ignored her. Worry kept me alive. “So which room is yours?”
He pulled out a key and opened the first door on the left, holding it open for me. I made it one step inside the room before laughing at the space he’d been living in for who knew how long. The room was small to begin with, and he had filled probably half the cubic space with textbooks and tattered notebooks. Good thing I hadn’t made my move on him yet. His research materials overflowed the bed.
“Did you leave anything at the office?”
“Yeah, my clothes,” he mumbled.
I could believe that. I wandered over to the first stack, and a single glance told me that the pile was dedicated to dragons. As was the next pile and the one after that. How lucky was it that the guy helping me with my dragon problem happened to be obsessed with dragons? A dragon expert and a box full of dragon pendants in the same place—was it a coincidence?
L. Shannon
35
But I didn’t believe in coincidences. He’d claimed to have been there for the box, so it wasn’t really suspicious.
I sighed and tried to let go of my usual distrust.
Davis was already settled into the only chair, with two books open on the bed before him and another in his lap.
He didn’t look or act suspicious unless I considered how happy he was to be involved. Who on earth would want to be carried off a mountain in the claws of a giant purple dragon?
Benjamin Davis.
The big question was should I confront him now and get this sorted out right away, or would that ruin his willingness to help? On the other hand, if he wasn’t willing to help, I could just eat him.
“He does look tasty,” Amethyst purred into my mind.
Did she mean for food or for sex? A shudder ran through my body as if in answer. She meant sex…definitely sex. “We have something in common, then.” I laughed at her mental smirk.
“Have what?” Davis asked without raising his head.
“Amethyst and I were just discussing your various merits.”
“Does she really talk to you? I didn’t hear any other voices.” He grabbed one of the textbooks from the bed and settled it onto his lap, on top of the first book.
“She talks in my head. Telepathy, I think it’s called.”
“Since both voices are in your head, I think that’s called schizophrenia.” He flashed me a dimpled grin before flipping through the book.
“Could be. Did I hallucinate turning into a dragon and carrying your ungrateful ass off the mountain?”
“If you did, so did I.” His face was covered with a silly smile, and I could imagine he was remembering the flight.
36
Amethyst Bound
“And why weren’t you afraid? Seems to me most people would be changing their shorts after that flight.
Hell, if I’d had control of my body, I might have needed a change myself.”
He shook his head and ducked back into the book on his lap.
“He is excited but unsure of himself.”
“How do you know that?”
“I read his
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