Page 42 of Sit, Stay, Love
Ethan James, resplendent in a fur coat, was waving a sword in the direction of a dragon.
She laughed. ‘Holy shit. Which one is this?’ She handed Toby his beer.
‘The third, I think. Have you seen it?’
‘I’ve only seen the first two. Shall we watch it?’
‘You’re not sick of him?’
She rolled her eyes. ‘Shove over.’ She handed him a set of chopsticks, her gaze still on the screen.
They ate their food, drank beer and laughed at what turned out to be a terrible movie.
‘You come near Lady Meredith again, and this sword will be through your heart,’ Lord Jasper cried, brandishing his weapon.
Toby laughed. ‘Is Lord Jasper talking to that dragon?’
‘Dragons are magical, they probably understand.’
‘Of course.’
Sera was leaning back on the arm of the couch, her legs stretched out across the cushions and her feet in Toby’s lap. He had one hand on her foot while the other nursed his beer.
‘This is awful,’ he said. ‘It’s actually making me feel sorry for James.’
‘It’s notthatbad,’ she said.
He shook his head. ‘You’ve lost all objectivity.’
They watched as Lord Jasper rode towards a river – his long hair blowing as if there was a wind machine in his face – dismounted and tied his horse to a tree. Then he walked to the water’s edge and very slowly removed his clothes.
Sera’s thumb shot to her mouth and she chewed her nail as Lord Jasper stripped off his shirt, the camera caressing his body, moving seductively over every taut muscle.
‘He’s not going to remove his pants, is he?’ Toby asked. ‘I do not need to see Ethan James’s arse.’
She shrugged, her thumb jammed between her teeth, her heart in her throat as Lord Jasper kicked off his boots, undid his belt and stretched skyward, his pants dropping and pooling around his ankles. Then he sauntered into the river, his very naked, very nice arse disappearing below the water.
Sera barely heard Toby when he groaned out, ‘Oh god,’ because at that moment, Lord Jasper burst to the surface, flicked his long flowing hair back and suggestively ran a palm down his wet torso, his chest glistening as the camera panned over the water droplets that hung from his nipples.
Toby snorted. ‘This is soft porn.’
She felt Toby’s gaze turn towards her, but couldn’t pull her eyes off the image on the screen. She could barely breathe. Ethan was beautiful. A dripping wet, completely naked, barbarian Adonis.
‘You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?’ Toby nudged her leg.
‘What? No. You’re right, the movie is terrible. I’m glad he turned down the fifth one.’
‘There’s a fourth one? Fucking hell.’ He huffed and shoved her legs off his lap. ‘I’m going to the bathroom and getting another beer. Do you want one?’
‘Sure,’ she said, finally looking up at him.
He rolled his eyes and left the room.
With Toby gone, Sera sat up and leaned forward, studying Ethan unchecked.
Onscreen, a woman stepped out of the tree line. ‘My lord,’ she said, all breathy.
Lord Jasper began to wade from the water, his torso twisting and flexing with every step. His body revealed inch by inch; his taut abs, his belly button, his hip bones, that delightful strip of hair that led to…
