Riley didn't really know what he was expecting.
Okay, scratch that. He had an inkling of what to expect, but holy oomph—!
He did not think it would be like this.
Safe to say, the puny mortal was deathly familiar with the dragon lord's body.
From the clavicle to the waist, Riley was familiar with it. He knew the measurements of his boss, the angles, and where things would dip in a way that he'd be able to order the perfect clothes for him.
But Riley Hale, personal assistant to Dragon Lord Kael Dravaryn, knew better than anyone else and kept his eyes glued to things that wouldn't get him killed instead.
So even when the broad chest was just ripe and right there for staring, the mortal who wanted to live made it his life's purpose not to ogle him.
But that ended today.
Because today, his golden dragon was doing this just for him.
And how insane was that?
See, Riley was having difficulty understanding how that managed to be marked safe for more than nine hundred years.
