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“But it is illegal to cheat in a casino, so he will not be doing that,” Albrecht pointed out.
“Frankly, I don’t care if he’s breaking laws in the casino. I plan to be upstairs peeling a sexy sentinel out of his suit and fucking him until he comes all over the sheets.”
“Van?”
“Yes, Apple?”
“Finish your damn pasta.”
With a laugh, Arvandus scanned the restaurant and caught the eye of their server. Like Albrecht, he was done with his dinner, and he was ready to be served a delicious apple-scented sentinel spread beneath him for dessert.
Chapter 5
“Mitch, are you going to be pissed off about it all night?” asked Master Juris Knight Pierson Brooks-Murphy.
The calming scent of lavender and vanilla surrounded Pierson’s mate, but there was nothing tranquil in his changeable blue gaze. Despite the delicious and romantic meal they’d shared in the King of Clubs, Mitchell was livid.
“What I can’t figure out is why you aren’t angry about it,” Mitchell replied.
“While I would’ve preferred to use our funds for our meals, I understand the reason the Emperors aren’t allowing us to pay for anything this weekend is because they value the way we have served them and appreciate our friendship.”
“Friendship is free, Blondie.”
Pierson snagged Mitchell’s hand and pulled him to a stop a few feet from the restaurant where the only money that had been welcome was the generous tip they’d given their server.
“That’s true, but when people care about each other, they do nice things for them.”
“Yeah, but this is too generous. Did you hear the hotel manager? We can’t even pay for shit in the gift shop.”
“So what? We’re here for a couple of days. Our condo is down the street. If we need anything, we can teleport home and grab it. Or pop into a store outside the resort.”
Mitchell’s lower lip slid out in an uncharacteristic pout. “I wanted to spoil you this weekend and buy you whatever you wanted. We rarely take time off. I was going to take advantage of having your full attention.”
“Tuck that fantasy away; there are some files I need to review before Tuesday morning.”
“I didn’t say we weren’t working at all,” Mitchell replied. Then he laughed. “What is wrong with us that we both packed work for one of the few weekends we’ve reserved for fun?”
“It’s part of being a fallen knight. Or at least a Juris Knight. We’re chronically overworked, and we love it that way.”
“But I still can’t spoil you.”
Pierson rolled his eyes. “What were you going to do…buy me a refrigerator magnet in the gift shop?”
“Or maybe a mug with your name on it.”
“We have an entire cabinet full of coffee mugs.”
“I’m sure we can find some space in the kitchen for more mugs if you see something you like.”
“Mitch, don’t fuck up my kitchen.”
“If I do, will you challenge me to some hand-to-hand so I can toss you onto a mat and have my wicked way with you?”
“Why would I sign up to be tortured? If you want me under you, it wouldn’t hurt you to try some romance. That’s a lot nicer than fucking up my favorite room in our house.”
“What the fuck, Blondie? Favorite room? Shouldn’t that be the bedroom with the silk sheets where I make your every dream come true?”
“I’ve diligently organized my kitchen. You decorated the bedroom. If we’re discussing my favorite object, then, of course,that is our bed. But in terms of my preferred space, that’s my kitchen.”
