Prometheus' Priestess by Gwyneth Lesley

Author:Gwyneth Lesley
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Outspoken Ink Press
Published: 2021-10-25T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER XVII

The pub Prometheus had planned on celebrating in with Amara was packed. He must have forgotten that it was a Saturday when the rugby was on, a true sport he could get behind. However, he couldn’t stand the boisterous grown men who were childishly taunting each other as beer spilled over glasses, and angry voices were raised as the visiting team scored another try. The home team were getting their arses handed to them.

“I apologise for this.” He noticed Amara’s acute uncomfortableness as they moved through the bar. There wasn’t much space between shoulders that continued to drunkenly try and barge into them. And there was only so much fending off he could do to protect Amara’s small frame before they simply ran out of room.

“I’m staying in rooms above this place if you’d be more comfortable there?” he asked her, his lips practically pressed against the shell of her ear so she could hear him. Amara nodded in agreement with a smile that said she was eager to get out of the crowded pub and so they went upstairs.

The rooms, to Amara’s shock, were huge. It appeared he had rented out the whole top floor. There was an informal living area upon entry, with a wardrobe just to the left, painted a ghastly mint green, with a little chalkboard sign hanging off the brass doorknob that had ‘welcome’ scrawled on it in a poor attempt at calligraphy. In the opposite corner, a mini bar was set up, just like the bar downstairs. Why there would be a bar when you could just go downstairs Amara had no idea. Moving through into the bedroom, she saw the carpet was a deep brown, the walls and bedsheets cream. Reaching out a hand, she touched the sheets to find them satin smooth. Opposite the bed was a wooden desk, above it a flat-screen TV. Then, as she moved around the room, she saw the door to the bathroom that had marble flooring and a deep free-standing bath.

“Well, it’s better than where I stay.”

“Make yourself at home.”

Amara looked around but the only decent place to sit was the bed. Given how the dynamic had changed between them earlier, she felt uncomfortable sprawling out on it. She didn’t want to come across as desperate, so she perched on the edge of it.

“Would you like a drink? There’s a couple of mini bottles of champagne in here. We could toast to your new job?”

“Minibars are way too expensive. We can just go down a little later when it’s calmed down.”

“Price isn’t an issue, Amara. But if you don’t feel comfortable drinking …”

“I’ve always felt comfortable enough around you to drink,” she huffed. Perhaps it was because he didn’t drink lager as Ralph had. Perhaps it was because he seemed content with just one drink. Perhaps it was because he carried himself differently. Amara couldn’t pinpoint it. She just knew she didn’t feel uncomfortable when she was with him in the same way she had with him, even before the alcohol had been a factor.

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