If I was drunk, I wouldnโt be here at all. And really, this is pretty good for four White Russians.โ โWhite what?โ I almost sat down but was afraid the chair might dematerialize beneath me. โItโs a drink,โ he said. โYouโd think I wouldnโt be into something named thatโyou know, considering my own personal experience with Russians. But theyโre surprisingly delicious. The drinks, not real Russians.
Richelle MeadThis is very domestic of you," he said. "It's kinda hot, really. Giving me all sorts of fantasies about you in an apron vacuuming my house.
Richelle MeadStick." I said in Russian. I had no clue what the word for stake was. I pointed at the silver ring I wore and made a slashing motion. "Stick. where?" He stared at me in utter confusion and then asked in perfect English, "why are you talking like that?
Richelle MeadYou should make her call you โMiss Georgina,โโ added Hugh with a mocking southern drawl. โOr at least โmaโam.โโ Niphonโs presence and Jeromeโs lecture had put me in a grouchy mood. โIโm not doing any mentoring. Sheโs so gungho to take on the worldโs male population, she doesnโt even need me.โ The three men exchanged more smirks. Cody made some hissing and meowing sounds, scratching at the air. "This isnโt funny,โ I said. "Sure it is,โ said Cody.
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