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“Does your sister make a habit of absconding with strange women like that?”
Nessarose turned to make sure that Fiyero was talking to her. And he was. Talking to her.
“Oh, yes. Well, no, not exactly, she” Nessa tried to clear her head, “she just tends to cause a commotion wherever she goes.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed that.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t know where my date is either,” she confessed.
“Really? Well, if neither of us has a partner at the moment, I think we ought to dance, don’t you?”
“Yes!” she beamed up at him, trying not to sound too excited, but knowing she was failing. He knew how handsome he was, he couldn’t be surprised that she was thrilled to be in his company.
“May I walk you back to your room?”
She was about to reply that she didn’t need help, but something about the way he was smiling at her told her he wasn’t doing it out of pity or wanting to feel good about himself.
She led him to her dorm, and to her room on the first level.
“Would you like to come in for a cup of tea? I have a private suite, so we don’t have to worry about a roommate.”
“Yes, I’d love to.”
She giggled and unlocked the door for them, glancing around the feminine, dainty room to make sure nothing was out of place, or that nothing embarrassing was in the open. It met with her satisfaction, so she turned her full attention back to Fiyero.
“Should I put the kettle on? For the tea?” he clarified, seeing her confused face.
“Oh, I don’t have one. It just seemed like the right thing to say.”
“Can’t believe you lured me here under false pretenses,” he said with a smile. “I’m scandalized.”
“No, you’re not,” she laughed as he started stroking her lacy sleeve. “I’m sure you—”
He bent down and kissed her, fully and properly, on the lips.
“Help me onto the bed?”
He nodded, too intoxicated by her to speak. Barely breaking their kiss, she slipped out of her dress, and he took off his own clothes.
“Oh, wow, you’re big,” Nessarose gasped. “Really, I mean, that is perfect.”
“Thank you.” His voice was low and just as gorgeous as the rest of him.
“I really, I just—I want to feel you inside me.”
“Well, you know, I think that can be arranged.”