After I make the boys lunch, he pulls a chair behind me and sits with me between his legs. Then, his fingers thread through my hair.
It feels good, and I wonder if this is what couples do.
I close my eyes, relishing the erotic sensation as a pulse livens between my thighs.
Surely I should stop him, as the boys are just a few feet away. But I can’t, and I reason with myself that it must look innocent.
His fingers trace the rim of my ear as he tilts my head to the side. I could melt from his feather-light touch. Everything this man does to me is nothing short of amazing.
He repeats the process with my other ear, then he gets up and positions himself in front of me.
He looks at me, squinting. I’m confused. It’s like he’s studying me, but for what reason, I cannot say.
He mumbles calm words, then brings his fingers to my eye, prying one open.
I slap his hand away, my lip curling into a sneer.
He says more soothing words, his fingers returning to my eyes. I let him gently open one wide, then he moves to the other.
Is he confused that I’m Asian? Has he never seen an Asian before? How is that possible?
He looks at my lips, pulling my mouth open.
I slap him again. “Mind yourself!”
He doesn’t understand my words, but he can certainly sense my anger. He says a few words, grunts, then runs his fingers through his own hair.
Does he think I’m his pet now? Would he do this with an American woman?
“In-spect-tion,” he says.
I furrow my brow, unsure of what that means.
He makes a show of showing me the inside of his mouth. To what end, I cannot say, but afterward, he points to mine.
He seems intent on looking in my mouth, just as he looked in my eyes.
Angry, I cross my arms over my chest and turn away. I’ve been an object for all of my adult life, and if Trent thinks I’ll be his, he’s dead wrong.
* * *
TRENT
The inspection could not have gone worse.
I don’t have the words or gestures to tell her it’s for her own good. That once she’s admitted into the Keep and gains the status of Kept Woman, her kids will be safe and cared for.
I move away, giving her time to cool off. I hate that I’ve offended her. That she looks so damn sad. I can only imagine what she’s thinking. By the looks of it, she’s contemplating murder.
I spend the day playing with the boys, gaining fun uncle status. Turns out, they love me.
Suki stays curled up in a corner, watching silently. She’s always so quiet, except for when I’m between her legs. Not that she’ll be down for that again.
I’m not even sure if I’ll be able to get her to the Keep with how she’s acting.
Not that I’m in a hurry. The guys will understand if I’ve been held up, especially if I come in wounded. It’s not a ‘Blake Situation’, though that admittedly ended up working out just fine. Cole was all kinds of pissed, but he’s not one to waste a resource. And Blake’s annihilation-rate with ragers is sky-high.
They’ll thank me for bringing in such a fine woman. When I explain to them why I didn’t complete the inspection, they’ll understand, and I’m sure Suki will relax when she sees Christine in a lab coat, not realizing the blonde doctor is actually Satan.