She swung the door open and stopped short at the sight of the three fey she’d revealed in the hallway. They all wore wary expressions as their gazes flicked from her to me then back again.
“When I said to get out, I meant go away. Lingering outside the door to listen to everything we say isn’t nice.”
Solin, her fey, tugged at his ear and gave her a sheepish look.
“I’m sorry, my Brooke. I did not know.”
“I know, baby.”
She looked at Azio and held out her hand. “Your shirt. Now.”
He immediately took it off and gave it to her. She looked back at me with a sly wink and tossed it my way.
“There you go. A better shirt to wear.”
She faced Azio and Groth again as I held the material to my chest.
“You two are going to play a game with Terri. It’s called Terri Says. The rules are simple. If you want her to stay here, living with you, you do everything she says. Want to play?”
They both glanced at me, their pupils narrowing, and nodded.
“Alrighty, then.” She pivoted to look at me. “You’re up.”
A flush crept into my cheeks as I glanced from her to the fey.
“Can you turn around?” I asked them.
They grunted and immediately gave me their backs. I hurriedly tugged Azio’s still warm shirt over my head, Brooke was grinning at me the whole time.
“Come on. Let’s have some fun.”
She led the way out of the room and down to the kitchen.
“Solin, how would you feel if I asked you to make me a plate of eggs and rub my feet while I ate?” she asked.
“I would feel your toes first. Then your ankle. Can I use my mouth?”
The complete turnaround in conversation made me stumble, and I almost fell down the stairs. Only Azio’s quick reflexes, and the banded arm he whipped around me, prevented it. I clutched at the anchor as my heart pounded.
Brooke glanced back at me, her gaze dipping to Azio’s forearm just below my breasts.
“Nice save, Azio,” she said, giving me a significant look.
It had been. And even though my heart was trying to beat its way out of my throat, it wasn’t because of fey-fear. Just normal falling to my death fear. I let out a shaky breath and uncurled my fingers from his large bicep.
“Thank you, Azio,” I said.
He grunted and slowly withdrew his hold, probably not trusting that I wouldn’t fall on my face. I couldn’t blame him.
In the last few days I’d been far from my steady, fairly graceful self. But really, who could blame me for the almost fall just now? Brooke’s comment about a foot rub while she ate breakfast would have probably had any human man rolling his eyes and saying, “yeah, right.” Not Solin, though. He hadn’t only not minded, but he’d been very into the suggestion.
When we reached the bottom of the stairs, I glanced back at Brooke’s fey. Sure enough. It was easy to see the bulge in the front of his pants. He’d really liked the idea of playing with her feet.
While the three fey went to the kitchen, Brook led me to the living room.
“Do they have foot fetishes?” I asked softly.
She laughed and shook her head.