We were seated at the dining room table, and while I'd planned on dressing Sunny in a warm wrap dress for our meal, I found myself too reluctant to cover her. I'd rubbed her skin soft with lotions after the bath, taken care to touch every inch, all the little places I'd missed during fucking her. Of all the things she should've protested, it was being left nude on my lap while we ate. Perhaps she expected me to keep her naked for all five of our days together.

Perhaps I will, I thought, bringing her a sip of sparkling cider from my glass next. I kept one hand gripped possessively high on her thigh, close enough to her sex to sense its warmth on the backs of my fingers.

Feed her. Put her in bed. Give her another hour's sleep at least. I was reminding myself of the schedule I'd planned over and over again, but then Sunny would nestle her ass on my lap, making herself comfortable, or huff in annoyance, generous breasts reminding me of their presence, and the impulse to push her down onto the table and watch her ass bounce as I saw to my own pleasure would rise again. She would enjoy herself of course, it was to her taste. It was not what I had planned.

Sunny might ask the agency for an orc unleashed, a beast of a sex partner, might want a scene where I hunted her and acted out of control, but it couldn't be real. We were professionals, for all the promise of 'monsters'—an antiquated human term for those of us not of their race, a term chased out when the humans realized they were outnumbered and we were better met as friends, or at the very least neighbors.

"Did you cook this food?" Sunny asked, reminding me to feed her another bite, this time roasted squash.

"The agency provided this meal for us," I said. "I will cook for you another day."

"Are you a good cook?"

"You will have to tell me."

Her lips quirked and she twisted toward me, pushing my hand away as I tried to feed her another bite. With a glance at the plate, I decided not to chastise her for the swat—she'd eaten more than I'd expected and was likely truly full.

"You're different than I expected," she said, head tipping and that warm stare studying me.

I arched an eyebrow in answer, helping myself to the remainder of the food. The agency cooks could do with better seasonings, I thought.

"I suppose it makes sense that we're not…that you don't just have me in chains the whole time," she said, cheeks pinked.