Eris squirmed in place, wishing she could know more about this man who now owned her. There was a hunger in his eyes, but it was mysterious and confusing to her, though she enjoyed the way his gaze made her feel. There was some kind of promise in it which made images of disrobing him fly into her head. What would he look like naked? How would it feel to kiss him? To be touched by him in a sensual way?
“Come. We will be late.”
“Late for what?”
He did not answer the question, simply turned and strode off through the crowds again, leaving her to follow after him. She did, of course, harnessed as firmly to him by sheer curiosity as she could ever have been by a leash or chain.