Page 77 of Wolf Cursed
“Oh, almost forgot. Idrissa brought your bags of purchases over.”
I followed where he’d pointed and spotted my shopping bags in the corner near my room.
“Thanks,” I said in relief and gratitude. At least, now I wouldn’t have to venture downtown again and risk Silas and Presley hunting me down for it.
Oscar pushed to his feet. “Look, get cleaned up, and call the twins. You can start training whenever they’re available. I’ve got to get back downstairs. You good?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I’m good.”
He headed for the door.
“Oscar?” I called.
“Yeah, kid.”
I waited until he turned back and then flashed a grateful smile. “Thank you.”
He grunted something unintelligible and then walked out. I smiled. The grunts were starting to become endearing.
The following morning, Isaac picked me up for our first training day. We rode with the top down, and I closed my eyes, letting the wind whip at my hair as I imagined myself on the back of a motorcycle.
“Did you get laid?”
Isaac’s question had my eyes snapping open again.
“No,” I said. “Why the hell are you asking me that?”
“You had this weird look on your face just now. Like you were thinking of an orgasm.”
“I was not thinking of an orgasm,” I said.
“Riiight.” He shot me a wicked grin. “Does the orgasm have a name?”
“Isaac,” I warned.
“Your orgasm is named Isaac?” he shrieked.
“No.” I growled in frustration. “It’s way too early for this.”
“I think our friendship has progressed more than enough for you to discuss your crush.”
“I mean early in the morning,” I said pointedly.
“Right. Not a morning person. Here.” He picked up a coffee from the cup holder and handed it to me.
“You’re giving me your coffee?” I asked.
“Sure.” He shrugged. “I’ll get another when we get home.”
I stopped mid-sip. “Okay, first, thank you. Our friendship is officially solidified by this selfless gesture. Second, home?”
“First, our friendship will be solidified when you tell me what happened between you and the delicious Kai Stone after he whisked you away on his sexy steed yesterday. And second, yes.”
Sexy steed. That didn’t deserve a response.
“Nothing happened. And whose home?”
“Don’t believe you. And mine.”
