11

Nerthus

“Good evening. Did you wait here all these hours?”

My mysterious hulk diverts his gaze shortly before looking back at me. “Yes.”

He is looking like teared out of one of my secret dreams as he is leaning against his limousine, dressed in the elegant tuxedo that I was ogling him in when my eyes weren’t on the paintings.

I smile as I come to a halt right in front of him. “Why?”

He shrugs, his eyes roaming my appearance slowly.

“Did you fuck him?”

I turn around to the illuminated window of the house I just came from and sigh. “Why would that be any of your concern?”

He just stares at me, and I bite my tongue, literally. I take another deep breath as I obviously am losing the stare off.

“We can stay like this all night if you want, big boy. I have no one waiting for me and no other appointment until tomorrow at three.” I smile at him, and he looks up to the house as a smirk creeps on his lips as well.

“You are the one who needs to answer a question.”

I squint my eyes as