Chapter 85

I hustled into his bedroom, breathing a sigh of relief that he'd only brought me up clothes for today. The dress pants and blouse weren't something I'd have worn around Samson normally. Maybe Rohan didn't plan this? Wondering would make me crazy. I slipped into my clothes and the shoes he'd brought. He'd thoughtfully fetched some makeup, too. I needed the mask.

I strolled into the living room, armor in place. "Will you text me later?" Asking not demanding since demon or psychopath, Samson would respond better to being accorded the position of power. "Tuesday is much too far away for further conversations in taste-making."

Samson scratched his head. "Now see, I remember it as further conversations in tasting."

"Lucky for you, I'm rather fluent in tasting."

"I'm quite the linguist myself." He grinned at me and I squirmed like a cat trying to coat itself in a pool of sunshine.

"Don't want to keep you from anything, Lolita," Rohan said.