“Trusting too easily.”
She angled her confused gaze. “How is this trusting?”
“We just talked about personal spaces, Miss Sister, and I just stepped into yours twice. You stepped out once, great job. Why didn’t you step out the second time?”
“Because I thought you were going to use your… body reading trick!”
“Really.”
“Really!”
“And what if my body reading trick required me to touch you? Will you allow that too?”
“Well… that depends on a lot,” she said, adamance creeping in.
“On what?” he tested.
“On where you touch and why you touch. Not all touching needs to be a crime, you realize?”
“How would you know which were?”
She regarded him like it was a trick question. “By… me not wanting it?”
“Oh boy,” he muttered, stepping back.
“What!” she worried.
He shook his head at the trees then eyed her. “Ever experience seduction? Miss Beatrice?”
He already knew that answer, but she sure needed to know it.
Her head lowered.
“Yes and no, I see.”
Her eyes barely made it to his, the pink in her cheeks darkening. “What do you see?”
“That you know but haven’t experienced it.” He crossed his arms with a sigh. “How will you protect yourself if you don’t know the ways of the enemy?”
She contemplated the air between them, brows drawn over a fierce gaze. “Can you teach me?”
Sinrik stared at her, then at the nearest tree wanting to laugh. Fuck. What did he just do? Offer to teach her what seduction looked like? Somebody would sure need to teach her but not him.
“Is this something I need to learn even if I’m…”
He snapped his gaze to her, realizing. “Not if you’re hooking up with a synth, no.”
She chewed at the corner of her lower lip, forcing his analytical brain there. “But I would like to know,” she fretted, looking around. “I don’t know when I’m marrying a soldier and some of the younger men are… behaving strangely. Maybe they’re… seducing me.”
He looked down at her holy robes, adjusting his lens to what any normal man would see.
“What are you seeing?” she wondered.
Interesting. She was the problem becauseshewas the seducer. Her entire persona was layers upon layers ofdiscover me.Forbidden fruit suddenly not forbidden, and every male knew it. She didn’t need lessons on seduction, she needed lessons on ball crushing.
“What is that look for?” she worried.
“You definitely need lessons on seduction. Any man could figure out how to take advantage of your need to bring smiles.” In fact, the first one to realize bringing joy was her passion would suddenly need their dick sucked to brighten their day.