Immortal Menage [Immortal Paradise 4] (Siren Publishing Polyamour) by J. Rose Allister

Author:J. Rose Allister [Allister, J. Rose]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: C429, Extratorrents, Kat
ISBN: 9781610344227
Publisher: Siren Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2011-03-09T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

A whole new day dawned for Alexandra Ann Porter. She stretched, languid as a cat in her fit-for-a-god surroundings. The bed was sheer, unbelievable bliss. This had to have been shipped in from some heavenly dimension, for no mattress on earth was this plush. It supported every inch of her like a cloud.

She crawled out somewhat reluctantly, making her way to the bathroom for freshening and repairs. She took extra care with her makeup, even though it was still early and would have to be reapplied before Grayel’s arrival. Not one, but two coats of kohl eyeliner ringed her lids, bringing out her eyes to an almost startling blue. She let her hair hang free after her shower, regretting the fact that this room didn’t come equipped with a blow-dryer. Apparently, gods didn’t have bad hair days. With her curly masses of burgundy tangles, Lexie would likely become the first immortal to change that.

She meant to bypass the closet, but couldn’t help pushing open the giant mirror to survey the beautiful gowns inside. There was a long shimmer of emerald green that matched Grayel’s eyes, and she reached for it. Then she realized she had no idea whether regular room service delivered to an immortal’s suite, or whether she’d have to soothe her rumbling tummy at one of the restaurants. The glittering fabrics in the closet were absurd overkill for breakfast on the beach. With a sigh, she closed the door and found her bag.

Once she’d pulled on a simple turquoise sundress and white sandals, she shuffled into the great room. It was as bright and oversized as she remembered. On the far side of the room, billowy curtains of white fabric fluttered between the columns dividing the suite from the veranda—and the portal through which Grayel would step in a mere matter of hours. Her heart fluttered at the sight of it.

She’d hoped Love would be in the sitting area, so he could answer her room service question. Instead, Lust reclined in the overstuffed chair he seemed to prefer, though this time he wasn’t draped quite so seductively over it. He was actually reading something similar to a newspaper while wearing tortoise-rimmed glasses.

She didn’t even try to hide an eruption of laughter. When he peered over the rims at her quizzically, she laughed even harder.

“Are you always this ridiculously cheerful in the morning?” he asked.

“Shouldn’t gods have perfect vision?” She strolled up and took a seat on the couch across from him, flicking another glance his way. Despite her tease, she had to admit he looked even more seductive wearing them. Damn him. “I wouldn’t have pictured you sitting around with the morning paper, especially not with reading glasses.”

He peeled them off and used them to point at her. “These aren’t for magnification, Sexy Lexie. They’re translation lenses.”

She shot him a stink look for the nickname, but curiosity won out. “Translation?”

“Thirty thousand languages.” He held them out to her. “Here, try it.”

She took the specs and the paper he offered.

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