GIDEON
She opened the door in a green dress and I forgot how to speak.
Not immediately. I had approximately two seconds of functioning before my brain, which had managed international crises and seven-way political negotiations without once faltering, simply stopped producing useful output.
It was taking every ounce of me not to show how much she was doing to me.
Specifically, down there.
Goddess have mercy.
The dress was deep green. Her hair was down. She was looking at me with those storm-gray eyes and a small, private smile that told me she had some idea of the effect she was having and had decided, reasonably, not to spare me from it.
“You’re staring,” she said.
“You’re wearing green.”
“Excellent observational skills.” She tilted her head. “Kael’s person did well.”
I looke
