Love Is Always Write Volume 4

entertain him. Kekoa had explained his entire race possessed white hair independent of age but many people colored it. Darien knew that little formative comment had been an ill-conceived trick to distract him from the fact that he'd walked into their carnal conspiracy. As corny as it might be, Darien felt a pang of jealousy for their intimacy.
    Maybe if Kekoa just used him from Nova and back, Darien wouldn't be developing this imploding attachment to his jailer. He forced himself to remember that even if his sentence had a timeframe; it was still curtailing his freedom.
    He was ready to give his body, but his heart? Uh-uh. He would not allow that silly thing to spread its legs and be mastered. He would go on the offensive instead of waiting for an attack.
    I'm going to seduce the effing guardian.
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    "What are you plotting, Fire Curls?" Kekoa noticed he'd startled Darien upon entering their bedroom. That sexy scowl of his welcomed him. So cute.
    "Brooding over not having any poison to get rid of you," Darien spat, narrow-eyed and teeth bared.
    "Easy, meteor, I thought we were beyond poisoning." Kekoa chuckled inwardly. Since sniffing was his favorite pastime, he'd learned what a dog was; also that many times they were all bark and no bite. Darien was such a lovely puppy, of the curly kind. "You might miss being the little spoon."
    "I think you're inhaling more than just me. Don't look at me that way; I've caught you with your nose near me when you think I'm asleep. What is it: Caelum Powder or Vulpecula dust?"
    Kekoa laughed aloud. Life with this human would always be interesting. "The only things I inhale are Frizzy Red and D-skin."
    Darien grimaced. "Very funny." He sobered up. "I know you go to the temples on the surface; when do you plan on taking me with you?"
    "I go there for ritualistic purposes; it never crossed my mind you might be interested." An honest mistake but a mistake nonetheless. He should have offered first. "I'll go again in two days; you're welcome to join me."
    "So, when we were excavating we prevented you from doing these rituals?" Darien seemed seriously concerned, which gave him an even more adorable countenance.
    "Not at all. The season started after your people left." Kekoa sat on the bed close to Darien's legs.
    "Good," Darien offered with a nod. "Do you mind if I organize our supper today? I want to apologize for my 'poison' comment. You've been nothing but kind to me all this time. I guess I just need to be patient."
    "Of course not. I'll be delighted to discover what you're planning for us." He stood up and went to the intercom on the wall.
    The head android answered immediately. "Yes, master?"
    "Darien will select the dishes for tonight's dinner. Please follow his instructions closely. He has carte blanche to even cook if he chooses to." Kekoa did this with the precise intention of seeing if Darien would take the challenge. The android acknowledged his orders, and Kekoa finished the conversation with the biggest smile plastered on his face. "You cook, right?"
    "If you want me to act like a househusband, the least you could do is have sex with me, don't you think?" Darien blurted, little growls dotting his words.
    "We could go back to what was programmed." Kekoa shrugged, knowing how much that irked Darien. "An apology is absolutely unnecessary for your comment. I'm not offended, and I don't feel threatened." He winked to put the final splash of mischievousness into his demeanor as he walked back to the bed.
    Darien sprang from the bed, almost as if he were escaping from Kekoa's proximity, his eyes mere slits. "I'm going to the kitchen." He stormed out of the room.
    Maybe Darien hadn't realized it, but they'd just had all this entertaining exchange in Kekoa's own language. His mate was a fast learner. He is on his way.
    CHAPTER 7
    "Everything was excellent, Darien. You surpassed my expectations. I must admit it was just a game to get at you, but you beat me without effort."
    More than an apology, Darien's actions seemed like the celebration of a special occasion. He'd even dressed up and acted uncharacteristically amicable during the entire affair. The loose golden shirt contrasted beautifully with his pale skin and brought a wicked shine to his wonderful eyes. The dark pants and knee boots made him seem fit to be adored by the Royal Court. It was a shame they would never be able to attend such functions together.
    This was also the first time Darien had accepted aged liquor from