Chapter Eight
Later that evening, Christoff stepped out of the shower in the guest bedroom. He stared moodily at the large bed. The large, empty bed, he thought with regret.
“I’m not happy about it either,” he grumbled when his dragon snorted in disgust.
“Christoff, I thought you might like to wear… Oh, my,” Edna whispered, standing in the doorway staring at Christoff’s nearly naked body. A soft groan escaped her. “There ought to be a law against men your age looking this good.”
Christoff turned when he heard Edna. A slow, sexy grin curled his lips. He raised an eyebrow and his fingers moved to the towel wrapped around his waist. He wasn’t above playing dirty if it would keep him from having to spend one more day in his long life alone.
“Are those for me?” he asked innocently as he st
