As I looked over at Griffin, my smile immediately dropped. One of the girls who’d brought our food was still leaning over him, big eyes looking up at him. Her uniform wasn’t indecent by any means, but the way she leaned over and pressed her arms together definitely accentuated her chest.
“Do you need anything else, Your Majesty?” she asked, her soft voice low and sultry. (=
Is she really doing this in front of me right now? I know he’s the king but I’m literally right here and she’s still trying to catch his attention.
Before Griffin could even reply, I couldn’t stop myself from answering for him. “No, he definitely doesn’t need anything from you,” I told her. I tried to keep the venom out of my voice, but by the surprised look on the girl’s face, I don’t think
I’d done a very good job.
My hostile tone was enough to get her to back off, straightening up and giving him some space. Good.
“Q-of course,” she stammered, and I noticed that her cheeks flushed, “Just call if you need anything.”
She, along with the other girl, scampered back into the kitchen and I let out a breath. The heavy lead weight of jealousy had reappeared in my stomach, weighing me down again. So much so for leaving the past in the past. Griffin hadn’t even done anything, but it was clear that being mated wasn’t going to deter everyone.
Maybe the chicken pot pie will help me feel a little less grouchy. “What was that?” Griffin asked with raised eyebrows. I dug into my first bite and swallowed it down before I answered.
“What was that?”
“That little…display there,” Griffin said. His eyes were narrowed but his tone was teasing, The bastard was amused.
“Display?” I echoed. “You mean when that girl practically threw herself on you and was trying to give you “f**k me’
eyes?”
Griffin chuckled. “Is that jealousy I hear, little fox?”
He was right. I was jealous and I hated it. I hated the anger simmering in my gut, the way that I wanted to throw myself on top of him and hiss that he was mine.
Geez, Clark. You sound like the possessive werewolf right now.
“It wasn’t jealousy,” I told him, “I was just answering her question.”
“sure,” Griffin smirked, “It’s okay, you know. I know I’m quite handsome but you have nothing to worry about.” His mocking tone only infuriated me more. Of course, this was a joke to him, but was it a joke when he interrogated me about my past S**ual encounters? Questioned me about Aiden? He hadn’t been laughing then.
“Right,” I rolled my eyes.
The door opened again and just as I prepared myself for another encounter with the doe-eyed girl, a curly-haired boy about my age stepped through. He had a glass pitcher of water in his hands.
He walked over silently, filling our water glasses. As he reached mine, I noticed that his eyes strayed down to my formfitting dress- particularly to my chest. His gaze only lasted a second before he returned his attention to the water pitcher, but he couldn’t hide the blush on his cheeks. He’d been checking me out. (*
Before I could give myself some sort of mental ego boost, my eyes strayed over to Griffin. His smirk was gone and his dark eyes were narrowed on the boy. His teeth gleamed in the light, he was enraged.
Okay, that’s not good.
apter 50 (4 “It’s amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy.” Rupert Everett
The enraged expression on Griffin’s face was one I’d seen a few times- namely, when he had forced me to talk about my romantic past with Aiden.
Sitting at the dinner table together, he looked every bit as territorial and possessive as he’d been that day. And the boy, the one who’d barely even glanced at my cleavage, was shaking in his boots-literally. He didn’t dare make eye contact with Griffin or I, but his hands were shaking so bad that I thought he might spill the water. He knew he’d made a mistake.
An even smaller mistake than that kitchen girl had. If she’s allowed to throw herself at Griffin and walk out of here without a scratch, so should this kid. He wasn’t even intentionally hitting on me.
Just as I thought Griffin might make some sort of move, I placed my hand over his forearm. He was warm to the touch, like his jealousy had actually boiled over.
“Sweetheart,” I said, trying not to cringe at the sound of the endearment out of my mouth. I wasn’t practiced with the pet names.
“Are you okay?” Given my limited romantic history, I wasn’t great with that sort of affection, but if there was ever a time to try, now seemed like a good choice. Maybe appealing to Griffin-and the mate bond- could help the boy walk out of the room alive.
The endearment had the intended effect. I watched Griffin’s eyes immediately slide to mine, surprised. He hadn’t expected it from me.
Fortunately, in the few seconds I’d managed to redirect his attention, the kitchen boy was able to sl*p out of the dining room, unscathed.
I let out a breath. At least he was able to get away. The last thing I wanted was to see another head roll on the floor, especially while I’m trying to eat. I could only hope that he wouldn’t come back and Griffin wouldn’t hunt him down later
– but hopefully Griffin would forget once his initial anger vanished.
“i’m fine,’ Griffin practically snarled the words, entangling his hand with mine. Even though the kitchen boy was out of sight, Griffin was still on edge.
Now, this is the part where I royally f**ked up.
Had I been a little more logical, I would’ve continued to soothe Griffin until his jealousy was sated. Touched him, reassured him that it wasn’t a big deal and that I was all his. I’m pretty sure that would’ve been the “good mate”
response. I!
That’s not what I did though. I?
Instead, my brain decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to tease him-much like he’d done with me only minutes ago.
“What was that?” I asked him, trying to keep the teasing tone of out my voice.
“What was what?” He replied, saying the exact same thing I’d said to him. It felt like d?ja vu in reverse.
How does it feel to be teased about your jealousy now?
“That little…display there,” I said, and I could no longer keep the mockery out of my tone. It was the exact same thing he’d said to me about the kitchen girl, and by the way that Griffin narrowed his eyes at me, he knew I was poking fun at him.
“Little fox,” he said, his voice barely above a growl. He was warning me, I could tell. But of what? Him? I wasn’t doing or saying anything he hadn’t said to me! He wasn’t the only one who could have a little fun.
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