by Viola Grace
He rumbled, “Any trouble?”
“One or two are a little frisky; I think you have dampened that.”
Her mother grinned. “He has the opposite effect on me, but I guess I am just twisted that way.”
Rimash took his mate in his arms and kissed her, flaring his wings wide to offer them a little privacy.
When he set his mate upright, her dusky cheeks were filled with colour and her eyes were dazed.
That was the feeling that Imjay wanted when she thought about her mate. She was not going to settle for less.
She returned to her group. “Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to the Master Archivist and the Security Master. My parents.”
The men who had been eyeing her suddenly cooled their inclinations. It was fun to watch them visibly draw back.
The rest of the orientation continued on schedule and no more personal questions were asked.
Imjay grinned and hoped that one day a man would walk through her door and make her expression soften the same way her mother’s did when she looked at her father. She had time. The Archive had taken her off the clock. She would have to wait for her mate to arrive, but she had plenty of time.
Author’s Note
The baby showed up before the courtship even started. After that, it was an effort to get them into bed.
Hopefully, everything happened when it should.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
About the Author
Viola Grace (aka Zenina Masters) is a Canadian sci-fi/paranormal romance writer with ambitions to keep writing for the rest of her life. She specializes in short stories because the thrill of discovery, of all those firsts, is what keeps her writing.
An artist who enjoys a story that catches you up, whirls you around and sets you down with a smile on your face is all she endeavours to be. She prefers to leave the drama to those who are better suited to it, she always goes for the cheap laugh.