Page 27 of Legend of Scorpio
She glanced around. “In your room?”
“Yes.”
“You have a spare bed?”
“No.”
She pursed her lips. “I am not sharing one with you.”
“Afraid you won’t be able to control yourself?”
She snorted. “You’re hot, but not that hot. I need more than a pretty face to stimulate me.”
“Did you call me dumb?”
“I’m not sure how you rate, intelligence-wise, because we barely know each other. We met only a day ago.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Nothing, because we’re not dating. We’re not even friends.”
“Now I’m hurt. I saved your life.”
“And I saved yours at that door,” she reminded.
“You can’t deny we have chemistry,” he argued, referring to the kiss.
“I already said you’re hot, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to shag you.”
“Shag?” He laughed.
She blushed. It did sound kind of juvenile. Blame her love of the Austin Powers movies. “This arguing is getting us nowhere. I guess I’ll sleep on the couch until we figure something out.”
He heaved out a breath. “The stars save me from stubborn women.”
“Excuse me, it’s called self-respect. Just because you’re used to getting your way doesn’t mean you get to call me stubborn.”
“I’m going to find some food,” he growled.
“Great. I’m coming with you. I’d like a look at this tower place you’ve got me stuck in.”
It proved much larger than she would have expected and lacking in elevators. As they went down several flights, she asked, “How many stories is this place?”
“No one knows for sure, but my understanding is it’s more than three hundred.”
She almost fell in shock. “You can’t be serious. That’s gravitationally impossible.”
“Tell that to its builder. It’s been here for millennia without issue.”
“Who the heck lives on the three hundredth floor? That’s got to be like a million steps.”
“Around seven thousand actually.”
“That’s insane.” She glanced behind her. “Is this kitchen much farther?” While descending wasn’t too bad, it occurred to her she’d have to climb those same steps to return to his suite.
“Almost there.” He stepped onto a landing instead of going down another flight. The space was wide open, unlike someof the previous floors, where she’d only seen closed doors and hallways.
The tile on this level had a lovely pattern, vines twining around fruit and vegetables. A mosaic of color with beautiful craftsmanship. To one side of the staircase, a bunch of different-sized round tables were set with chairs grouped in twos and fours. On the opposite side, a massive table that could have seated a hundred.