LORD REVANDREL
“My lord.”
I stared at the door of my private quarters in the Exclusive Chamber, frowning. Why the hell was Zeus calling when I gave explicit orders not to be disturbed?
“I am ready to go one more time, my lord,” a silky voice purred into my ear from behind.
Clarise—or was it Bernice?—slithered against me like a well-trained reptile, her tongue trailing down my neck in that practiced, sultry way.
I did not answer her. My gaze stayed fixed on the door as I called out. “This had better be important.”
“It is, my lord,” that was Sesora’s voice. “I need a moment of your time. It is urgent.”
Sesora being here got my attention.
I nudged Clarise-Bernice away, rose completely naked and slightly annoyed as I reached for my robe.
“You may leave now,” I told her, casually gestu
