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slate tiling. She counted in her head as her anger seethed. She
breathed out slowly before looking at him. Even so, when she spoke, her anger
took hold. She walked up to him and poked him in the chest, noticing how firm
his body felt but not caring at this point.
    “How
dare you, you insufferable pompous pig!” she raged. “You want to fuck me
without commitment, no flowers and not even a romantic dinner as pretense. I’m
just supposed to hop into your bed and get with the banging. So the women in your
realm get to be old fashioned and courted while, what, we humans deserve to be fucked
sideways without lubricant? I have signed expensive contracts for student loans
that gave me more warm and fuzzy feelings than what you just offered.”
    “But,
Raven—”
    She
sliced her hand through the air furiously and cut him off. “Oh, no, you don’t.
I don’t want to hear another word.” She waved her hands in front of her body.
“You see this, all this chocolate goodness you say you’ve been dreaming of?
That’s all it’s going to be, buddy, a dream, because I want a house, a picket
fence, two or three kids and a freaking cat when I lay down with a man. You?
Trust me, you took all that away with a few sentences. I don’t want any part of
your suggestion.”
    Raven
pressed her body against his and grabbed his face. She stood on her tiptoes and
locked lips with him, putting all her anger into the kiss. The attraction she
felt towards him also poured into the kiss. Raul groaned and turned, pressing
her against the fridge. She heard something topple from the counter. Their movements
were rough and forceful. She opened her mouth and he buried his tongue inside
and the passion of their kiss fueled her anger even more. Something
that felt this good shouldn’t come from a man who had the romantic common sense
of an amoeba. Raven pushed him away roughly, panting from the exertion
of trying to move his body and the sensations his kiss elicited. He tried to
reach out for her, but she slapped his hand away viciously before backing away
towards the door.
    “I
may be only twenty-three in human years, Raul, but I don’t think people kiss
and feel like that too often,” Raven said. “But, unfortunately for you, that’s
the last you’ll ever feel of it because there is no way you’re getting anywhere
with the wham, bam, thank you, ma’am attitude.”
    She
stepped out of the kitchen and made her way upstairs, intent on going to her
room and staying there for the rest of the night. On her way, though, she heard
a phone ringing and followed the sound. Raven walked into what she assumed was the
master bedroom. She could yell down the stairs to him to come answer his phone,
but didn't want to deal with him again, so, instead, Raven flipped it open.
    “Hello.”
    “You
must be Raven. I am looking for Raul,” the voice said.
    “Oh,
you mean the douche downstairs,” she snapped. “Who is this anyway?”
    “I
am one of his dragon brothers of the court. My name is Hawke.” The voice sounded
amused. “And why is Raul, how you say, a douche?”
    “Who
called my sweet Raul names?” she heard a feminine voice in the background
angrily ask.
    “Who’s
that?” Raven asked. Maybe one of his bed buddies. Maybe the woman at the other
end of the line likes his way of hitting on women, but Raven was not amused.
    “That’s
my wife Daisye . She has a fondness for our Raul,” Hawke
explained and then said to his wife, “I’m trying to garner why he has been
called an insulting name, darling.”
    “Well,
he is,” Raven replied. “You would not believe what he
said to me. I don’t know what dragons are taught about romance, but he has no
couth.”
    “May
I put you on speaker phone, Raven ?” Hawke asked
politely.
    “Sure,
why not?” she answered. She didn’t know if she liked this Daisye ,
but, whatever, she didn’t know any of them at all, so who cared?
    “You’re
on. Now, tell us how Raul has managed to anger you so?”