“Sounds great.”
As if on cue, Winter’s stomach growled, and Dragon laughed as he took her hand and led her from the bedroom.
“Wow,” she murmured, looking at the ornate decorations in the hall outside of his room.
“I guess you didn’t get a good look at the place last night,” he said.
“That would be correct.”
It was huge.
She’d never been in a mansion before, and while the house wasn’t exactly of mansion-size, it was certainly decorated like a magical, fairytale sort of home. The walls had floor-to-ceiling banners hanging on them, and each one had a dragon on it.
“So, is it safe to say that you’re a dragon shifter?”
“That would be a fair guess.”
“Am I going to get to see you shift?”
Dragon stopped walking and looked at her.
“Is that something you would want to see?”
“Of course,” she said. “I think we’re far past being polite and well-mannered,” she chuckled, “otherwise, I’d definitely be like ‘oh, no, that’s okay.’”
“I don’t usually let women see me shift,” he told her.
“Why not?”
“It’s just sort-of a personal thing.”
“I was under the impression that Sapphire Island is kind of a haven for shifters,” Winter pointed out. At least, that was what the people she’d interviewed so far had told her.
“It is.”
Then it hit her.
“But I’m human,” she nodded.
“I usually date humans,” Dragon said. “They don’t usually know I’m a shifter.”
“Is that so?”
“I have a fear, however strange it may be, that a woman might only want to date me because I’m a shifter or because I have a big house.”
“So, you don’t want to date any gold-diggers?”
“Pretty much.”
“How do you know I’m not a gold-digger?” Winter raised an eyebrow. “It’s possible, you know.”
“You were camping on the beach outside of my house and didn’t try to break in,” he chuckled. “And I’m pretty sure you didn’t realize I was the owner of the house when you decided to ride my cock.”
She blushed.
Okay, so she definitely wasn’t a gold digger.
Should she be happy or upset that he realized her good intentions so quickly?