Guess Who's Coming
Wait… why was she thinking about him again? Didier was none of her concern. Let Madére deal with him, she had better things to do.
“Besides, he’s still in love with my damn cousin. Forget him.”
Leaning back against the rim of the tub, Soleil closed her eyes and forced herself to think of anything else: The sounds of the bayou at night, the chorus of crickets, frogs and various other creatures serenading the moon; the heady perfume of flora and fauna in first bloom, just beginning to bring forth new life. She tried to picture herself in the midst of it all, calm and serene, at one with nature. Just as she was really getting into the self-imposed vision, Didier stood right there in her imagination, daring her with those eyes of his. It should be illegal to invade someone’s day dreams.
“Want me to wash your back?”
Nope. This was not happening. There was no way she was hearing the faint trace of a French-Canadian accent practically purred into her ear. That wasn’t breath she felt against her skin causing a wealth of goose bumps to rise all over her arms and chest. Most of all, there was absolutely no way a beta male would invade her sanctuary so brazenly and dare to run his fingertips light as a feather along the back of her shoulders. This had to be spring fever running wild; an unhealthy suppressed obsession manifesting itself in a vivid hallucination. Or maybe some nefarious soul or sprite slipped a little something among the sprigs of lavender she’s thrown into the fire.
“You are not here. If you were you would sputter out an apology for invading my personal private ritual and high tail it in the opposite direction. I don’t even know you that well, so there is no way Didier of those damnable Chevaliers would have the unmitigated gall to think to touch me in my bath.” Soleil refused to open her eyes. Even though she was positive this was some kind of waking dream, somewhere deep down inside she knew if she looked she would just be disappointed to find Didier really wasn’t there. “No beta male would be so bold, and Didier de Capêt is most certainly certified beta.”
She spoke out loud only because words had power. People never seemed to realize just how powerful the spoken word could be. Words could create or destroy with just one careless slip of the tongue.
“What the hell are you talking about?”