When You Were My Mate (Demetra and Emris) novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72

Emris.

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“Are we the only customers here?” Demetra asks, glancing across the room for the second time at the department head, who’s setting two flutes of champagne on the counter for us.

“We are.” I sit back, watching her take in the empty store with that sprinkle of unease she thinks she’s hiding. “With the rumors floating around the city, I didn’t want someone whispering near us about this and that.”

I take one of the filled glasses and hand it to

her. She accepts it, and I don’t bother asking why her face has gone the color of a ripe tomato at the implication of us being the only ones here….hough I suppose I could hazard a guess.

“Thank you.”

“Sir, we’ve brought every co 2017 02

All in her size.” The woman in the uniform gestures to the racks of dresses.

Demetra whispers. “How… how do they know my size?”

“When I had my hands around your waist recently so I guessed Plus…I did caress your breasts.”

“Emris!” My name hisses out of her and she pinches me cutely.

She looks toward the male staff arranging displays at the far end of the room.

“Well, you asked me-”

“I… I didn’t ask you to say it!”

I turn my head just enough for the staff take the hint and get out of the room.

“You know I’m vague.” I continue when they are all

gone.

“Oh, boy…how could I forget?” She sets her champagne down on the marble and walks toward the carts of dresses. Demetra holds up a yellow gown, and I take my seat into the velvet armchair they’ve stationed near the mirrors.

I watch her in silence. It’s something I could get addicted to. Not cleaning up around my room or bringing me honey water after an hang over… just watching her exist in space that I’ve made available for her.

“Are you going to sit there and watch me?” she asks, holding the dress against her frame.

“You have no idea how much I crave that. To just sit and watch you in your element.” I smile. “I mean, I get to see it when we’re painting, but I also know once that work is done, you may never step foot in my home again. So I suppose I’m buying time,”

Demetra looks at me like I’m joking. But the blush on her cheeks gives her away. It’s spreading. She’s not annoyed. She’s trying not to smile,

“Truth or dare.” I rise.

She scoffs, eyes going wide like she’s trying to figure out when I turned into a college kid instead of an Alpha. But that’s exactly how I feel around her. Something about her reduces meo the need to ask, to provoke, to play.

“Since when are you a college kid?”-

“Let’s pretend we both are.” I stop a foot from her. She holds the yellow dress up to her body and strikes a pose with at model’s instinct. She’s checking if I like it.

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