Page 43 of The Demigod Complex
Before she could lie to his face, he continued. “I’m playing poker with Pollux and some friends.”
“Oh.” She turned those cobalt eyes his way. Guileless eyes. Maybe he was wrong.
“I think it would be a good idea for you to stay at my place tonight, though.”
She frowned. “Why?”
“With Kaios still on the loose, I don’t like the idea of you on your own. What if he attacks you?”
“Did you know more than fifty percent of personal attacks happen in the home?”
“Lyleia—”
She waved a careless hand. “I doubt that’s going to happen. He has to be wondering what personal protection I have in place now.”
She didn’t need anything but him. “It’s not worth the risk.”
Leia’s lips flattened in a stubborn look he recognized. “I’m not staying with you, Castor.”
His heart dropped to his feet at the blatant rejection. Only his suspicion of what she was up to kept him from going all demigod and claiming her here and now. “Why?”
She was silent a beat. “I’d think it obvious.”
“Not to me.”
“Don’t be so dense then.”
“I am never dense,” he growled. He needed her to think she had him fooled.
She ground her teeth. “You are the most frustrating man.”
“But you kinda like me for it.”
She gave a little snort. “To be clear, our relationship went from boss/employee to lovers recently. Given things are in a…transitional phase, living together, even short term for my protection, is a bad idea.”
“Transitional phase, huh?” He didn’t like that. He didn’t like any of this. Especially that he had no idea of her true feelings for him—whether this was lust and a quick fuck, or something more.
She gave him a look that dared him to continue with that train of thought.
He held up his hands and sobered. “Okay, not staying at my place. At least have Delilah arrange protection at your apartment or a different place to stay.”
She pursed her lips.
He moved into the room and leaned his fisted hands on her desk, staring her down. “This is non-negotiable, Leia. If you don’t, I’ll camp out at your door.”
She gave a little huff. “Fine. I’ll talk to Delilah.”
Castor gave a satisfied nod. “Have Delilah’s protection detail meet you here.”
She narrowed her eyes at the command.
“How about dinner at my place tomorrow night?” he asked before she could argue.
Rather than answer, she searched his face. “You want to continue with this?” She waved a hand between them. “Whatever is between us?”
Continue? He wanted forever. He just wasn’t sure if telling her would scare her off. “Given you woke up in my bed this morning—”
With a quick glance she checked the door behind him. “You didn’t just say that in the middle of my office,” she muttered.
