Still, on Dimitri's lap, he teased, "Blanca, why are you blushing?"
"None of your business, Dimitri,"
"Why do I feel like it is my business, Blanca?" He smirked.
Awesome, she was humiliated by a beautiful maniac who seemed to read her mind yet ignored the hardness in his lap," she drawled. "And people wonder why I'm not leaping at the chance to get to know more." She tried to push her hands away from his warm, broad chest.
"Sweetheart, you are on heat." He whispered, "It's practically normal for you to feel something and I am not complaining, but don't worry, I didn't read your mind. Your flushed cheeks say it all."
She snorted at the flat, emotionless tone. "Are you trying to reassure me? If so, you suck at it."
"My only duty is to escort you to make you safe and happy at the same time, and if you are this close and being happily comfortable in my lap, who am I to not give it to your heat?"
Blanca's eyes widened,
