Katrina

"And don't think that just because I like Cupid, you're out of trouble, mister," I tell Miles, my head leaning against his muscular arm, proving that my words are just words.

"I wouldn't dare think that, Kitten," Miles replies, kissing the top of my head as he attaches the pamphlet to the small clipboard and takes the top of the pen.

"What's that even for?" I ask, pointing toward the paper, trying not to slur my words as I do so.

Maybe I should've slowed down on the champagne. My face is already flushed, and the top of my nose feels like it's burning. But it tasted soo good. I don't normally like champagne, but this must be a special variety made by Cupid or one of the other magical...divine...whatever you want to call them beings. The champagne tasted like a marshmallow-coated strawberry dipped in chocolate, and it was so smooth it went down my throat like water. I'd already had two glasses in less than half an hour, and Miles had already poured me another. As tempted as I was to drink that glass, I set it aside on the small side table and then turned my full attention to the handsome piece of man meat beside me.

"It's just a questionnaire Cupid has all of his new guests fill out, so he knows their likes and dislikes," Miles responds, taking his arm and wrapping it around me, pulling me in closer.

"I thought we weren't doing the whole sex club thing?" I ask, trying to figure out why Cupid wanted to know my kinks.
"Not everything is about sex, little demon." Miles replies, smirking at me when I glare at him for calling me a demon, "Now, do you want me to write down your answers, or do you think you'll be able to do it."

"I don't want to move, so I'll let you do it," I reply, snuggling further into his side, my face now lying against his muscular chest.

"Okay, no sleeping." He replies before crossing his leg, placing his ankle on his knee, and making his lap into a makeshift desk where he can set the clipboard. His pen goes to his mouth absentmindedly as he looks over the questionnaire. "Okay first question, Do you consider yourself a winter, fall, summer, or spring person?"

Hmm, good question... not sure why Cupid's interested in that, but still, I guess you can get to know a person that way. "Definitely summer," I reply without hesitation. I love summer, from the warm summer nights to the bright colors and pool parties associated with summer.

Miles smirks, jotting down my answer, "Figured so, okay Question Two, Do you prefer casual attire or business?"

"Okay...weird question." I grab my glass of champagne and take a long sip before answering, "Casual. I hate having to wear that uniform at the academy."

"You aren't the only one, Kitten."

"I bet Luka is the only one who likes to dress up." I laugh, my cheeks hurting from smiling so much.

Miles chuckles, most likely agreeing with my assessment even though he doesn't answer, instead going to the third question. "Cocktails or Dinner?"

"Hmm, that's a hard one," I reply, no longer able to feel my lips; yep, I definitely should've waited a little longer before drinking that third one.

"Here," Miles states, grabbing a muffin and passing it over to me.

"Where did those come from?" I ask, shocked at their sudden appearance.

"It's Cupid's gift. Focus Kitten. He won't be happy if you've drank all his champagne and eaten his muffins yet neglected his questionnaire.

I can feel my face heat with a blush, "Cocktails."

"Good girl." Miles purrs, knowing by now how that phrase affects me, especially when he drops his tone like that. "Okay, jeans or dresses?"

"Uhh... depends on the day. I can do both."

"Alright, I'll just circle both... okay last question, glass half empty or half full."

"Depends on the day." I chuckle. "when I feel like everyone in the world wants me dead. half empty. When I'm surrounded by my mates and full of love, half full."

"Good answer," Miles replies, smiling, his pen not moving to jot anything down.

"Was that a Cupid question or was that a you question?" I ask, raising my eyebrow.

Instead of answering, he chooses to kiss me, and it turns out I don't mind that answer at all. His kiss is soft and gentle, and I want to push against him harder, adding a little fire to our kiss. When I suck his lip into my mouth, he groans, and I feel my body being lifted in the air as he pulls me across him, making me straddle his lap. His arms stay wrapped around my waist as he lets me control the pace of our kiss. But I don't want him to be gentle. I want him to devour me. I nip his lip, hoping to rile him up, but his kisses stay gentle and light, his lips feeling like they're whispering against mine. I pull my mouth from his and growl down at him, as I let my hips begin to work their magic. My dance is slow and sensual as I try to bait my prey. Just when I see the fire in Miles's eyes, there's a loud crack followed by joyous laughter.

"Ah, I see all has been forgiven," Cupid states cheerfully.

"For now." Miles states, "My girl's got a bit of a temper. I'm sure I'll set it off one way or another by the end of the day."

My heart skips at the my girl part of his statement. I love it when my men claim me as theirs. I thought I was a strong independent woman that didn't need a man. That all ended when I met Miles. I desperately needed him in my life, and he's been there, proving himself since day one.

"He's not wrong." I joke, pretending to glare over at Miles, but failing miserably due to my smile not wanting to waiver.

When I realize I'm still straddling Miles, I blush profusely, swinging my leg off of him so that I'm not sitting next to him.

"Oh please, don't stop on my behalf." Cupid comments, "I was getting ready to pull up a chair and enjoy the free show."

I'm half tempted to swing my leg back over and get my man going again. If it were Beckett, I definitely would have, but from the razor-sharp throat-slitting glare Miles was casting Cupid's way, I decided against it.

"Don't you have something else you should be doing?" Miles snarls, not breaking his glower.

"Oh pooey, Miles. You're no fun. Too much like your father."

Miles' back stiffens when Cupid remarks on Miles being like his father, but Miles doesn't say anything back. He just shoves the clipboard Cupid's way and folds his arms across his chest, which makes his mouth-watering biceps bulge even more than they already were in that casual blue tee.

"Alright." Cupid huffs, his eyes scanning the questionnaire, "All work and no play with you. How do you handle it girl?"

I also choose to ignore Cupid. Miles's mood shifted from joyful and carefree to upset and almost angry. It didn't seem like now was the time for joking, but either Cupid was either terrible about reading the room, or he just didn't care.

"Oh, Girl!" Cupid exclaims dramatically. "I LOVE LOVE LOVE your choices. This is going to be so fun!"

He's clapping, his hands jumping up and down with glee. Still a rather odd emotion for the room, but then as racks upon racks of clothing start appearing out of thin air, the tension in the room seems to fade into the background. I've never seen such exquisite clothes before. I can't help but get up and touch them. The material is soft and silky smooth between my fingertips. I've only touched real cashmere once, and this fabric is better than even that.

"What are these made of?" I ask in awe as I continue to make my way through the racks of clothing, looking at and touching every piece, wishing that I could own at least one item from this collection.

"Magic," Cupid responds.

"Do you like them?" Miles asks, whispering in my ear, causing me to jump at his sudden closeness.

"Do I like?" I chuckle manically like Miles is the insane one and not me as I ooh and aww at clothes. "I love these. They're absolutely gorgeous."

"Good. I'm glad." Miles responds, causing me to look away from the exquisite sunshine-yellow summer dress that I'm holding in my hands.

"Why?" I ask, puzzled.

"They're all yours," Miles responds, his smile returning as he looks down at me.

"MINE?!?" I squeak and shout in excitement.

"Yes, yours. I went through your closet and realized you hadn't had a chance to go shopping since you've been to the academy. Your wardrobe was desperately lacking."

I'm overwhelmed, but I can't help but chuckle at Miles's statement. I'd never thought I'd hear these words from his mouth, maybe Luka's or Samael's since they seem to enjoy their fashion, but never Miles's. I guess Miles over Aphelion, but I couldn't ever imagine my Earth Prince going out shopping.

"This is too much," I murmur as I turn my attention away from Miles.

"You deserve this and so much more," Miles replies, riffling through some of the clothes, picking out a pair of jeans and a casual tee, and then grabbing shoes from the bottom of the rack, drawing my focus to the shoe collection below.

"Cupid, pack these up," Miles commands without asking, tossing the outfit to Cupid, clearing his hands so he can grab a pair of strappy heels and the sundress I was looking at, along with a sexy lingerie set. "Here, Kitten, put this on."

"Yes, Sir." I purr, grabbing the outfit and rushing to the fitting room that had appeared beside the door we'd entered earlier.