Page 57 of Star Claimed Omega
He studied her in silence for a moment. ‘Why not?’
She shrugged.
He pushed a glass of icedkarnakjuice toward her. ‘You sidestepped the question, Soleil. You’re a stunning woman with the ability to stop ships and steal a man’s focus the way you do. So why hasn’t someone claimed that position?’
‘Maybe I haven’t had a man because I haven’t found anyone worth the effort. Or perhaps I’m picky.’
His brow arched. ‘What are you looking for?’
She took an inhale and gave his question thought.
After a few moments, she shared. ‘A confident, caring partner who gives me my freedom and lets me fly.’
‘Is that the man for you?’
Her jaw tightened, but she kept her voice breezy. ‘Why are you asking? Are you applying?’
The words slipped out too fast, unconsidered.
His brows lifted. Santi rested his chin on his fist, his gilded eyes holding hers.
‘Applying?’
He drawled the single drawled word in a timbred rasp.
She flushed and glanced away. ‘Sorry. That was silly.’
He leaned in, his face solemn. ‘Not in the least. Tis a valid question. So what if I applied? If the application process for the position is not notoriously rigorous, you’ll find I’m a killer at whipping up breakfast, and I keep my space mostly tidy with a little help from you. I also run a tight ship, and I sometimes blow up the Wildlight to keep us all safe. Best of all, I’ve a kickass midnight kiss routine and can rock your world and bring you bliss more than you know,tesoro.How am I doing so far?’
Her eyes widened. Blood pounded in her ears as she considered her following words with care. ‘You’d get a look in.’
He flung his beautiful head back and laughed, a rich, hoarse chuckle that sent shivers down her spine.
Fokk, he was gorgeous.
Her eyes fell on his nape, on the thick muscles of his upper torso, then back to his fae eyes, eyes dancing, mouth curved, and those eyes, damn.
‘You’re a trip,mi sol.’
‘You keep calling me that,’ she murmured.
His eyes narrowed on her. ‘And you like it.’
She flushed and cast her eyes away to the stunning view of the lake, her heart pounding.
She did. What the hell was happening?
When she turned back, she found him leaning back in his chair, those scorching eyes on her. ‘Feel better this morning?’
She nodded.
‘Good.’
His expression intensified. ‘As intriguing as this significant interview is, the universe doesn’t stop spinning. I have a frigate and fleet to manage, which means I need to get ready for work.’
He rose with a finality that brooked no argument. ‘Finish your meal,tesoro. We’ll continue the application process and the conversation when I return.’
Without another word, he strode out of the room.
