Free Gargoyle's Mate by Nia K. Foxx Page B

head. Fatima thought to protest but in the end decided against it. As much as she hated to admit it the hug felt good. Maybe she did need to rest. The day had proved to be a bit overwhelming. If the information she’d seen were to be believed it would rock the foundation of reality. Hours of testing had been completed but no matter how she examined things she kept coming back to the same conclusion. The ramifications of the ideas she read were mind-boggling. What if there were otherworldly creatures out there co-existing with the human race? Would the world be ready for the knowledge? Was she? And what was Lorn’s interest in all this? He’d obviously read several if not all of the documents before recruiting her and seemed to accept it all without question. Why? So many questions and she couldn’t drudge up one acceptable answer.
     
    He could tell Fatima was lost in her own thoughts as he led her back to the corridor housing their rooms. Occasionally she would open her mouth to speak but would close it just as quickly. It was really quite endearing to watch. He could almost see the internal dialogue taking place in her mind. But there would be many more hours of work ahead of them, tonight he wanted her full attention on him. It wasn’t until they stood outside his bedroom door she looked as if she really saw him.
    Her eyes rounded in surprise. “Lorn, I don’t think…”
    “Good, don’t think. Just feel,” he encouraged.
    He’d worked so closely with her all day, fighting against urges to take her mouth beneath his own, touch her smooth skin. He wanted to have her coming again but this time with him buried balls deep inside her. Lorn pushed the double doors open and stepped back to allow her entrance. He expelled a pent up breath he didn’t realize he held when she crossed the threshold. It took incredible restraint for him to hold himself in check.
    “ Monsieur De LaRue, pardon the interruption,” Luc called as he hurried down the hall toward them. Lorn whirled on the young elf to glare at him through the open doors. The younger man flinched as if being visibly struck, but regained quickly.
    “ Monsieur , your father is on the phone. He says it’s urgent he speak with you.”
    Lorn swore under his breath, angry over the interruption but even more upset at having the sexually charged male anywhere near Fatima. There wasn’t a human alive who was immune to an elf’s power of suggestion. Luc had used it to his complete advantage while living among the human population, which was why the Elfin Council had banished him, for an undetermined amount of time, to work in Lorn’s keeping. It seemed like a good solution, but with Fatima in residence Lorn wasn’t so certain he wanted Luc to remain in his service.
    “I’ll answer the call in my office,” Lorn agreed, dismissing the messenger.
    “I want you to wait for me here,” he said after turning back to a bewildered Fatima. “I won’t be long.”
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    Almost of their own volition, Fatima’s legs propelled her into Lorn’s bedroom. The door closed behind her with a soft click, leaving her alone in his domain. If she’d thought her own room was large, it was a matchbox by comparison. She shouldn’t be there. It went against everything she’d been saying to him not to mention crossed all sorts of professional lines. For several seconds she stood rooted to the spot having yet another argument with herself. In the end she stayed.
    Fatima explored the room slowly touching each item in his sparsely decorated space obviously he valued books more than household trimmings.
    “Oh my,” she uttered as she came to stand in front of his fireplace. Prominently displayed above it was a massive portrait of a gargoyle posing like an aristocratic king in all his nude glory. Fatima was in awe of the larger-than-life image of the gray-skinned creature. She tore her stare away from his heavy penis hanging imposingly between thickly muscled thighs, her gaze traveled up