“What kind of work?”
“I’m sort of a neutral-party errand girl. Courier service. I take on work for vampires that needs doing during daylight hours and handle tasks for the shifters that most humans can’t be trusted with. I move between the nest and the various packs to pass messages, things like that. Nothing illegal,” she quickly adds. “That’s not my jam, and they all know it. But they also know I’m my own person.”
I’m glad I’m sitting down because my cock’s painfully hard right now. I love how snarky she is, love her fearlessness in this moment.
One of my deepest desires is to earn her trust, so I can play with her, perhaps even feed from her, if she allows it.
At the very least, I want to fuck her. I’d settle for that.
What I’d love to do is strip her naked, bind her in jute ropes, eat her pussy until she screams herself hoarse from orgasms, and then slowly lick my way over every inch of ligature marks left on her by my ropes while I untie her.
Or spank her. That’d be fun, too.
I am also willing to do whatever it takes to woo her. “May I ask you another question?”
She cocks her head at me again, her wig swishing a little, and settles back in the chair once more. “You can ask me anything. I won’t promise to answer, though.”
“Why the wig?”
Her smile now looks a little too tight, despite her attempt to exude cockiness. “Why not?”
“You match your name tag to your wig color, don’t you?”
She shrugs, that adorable little smirk on her face.
I try a different tactic. “Lucius wouldn’t even tell me last night if you were a man or a woman. He told me almost nothing about you.”
“That’s because I’m not one of his household humans, and I asked him to keep my secrets. The ones he knows. There are plenty of things he doesn’t know about me.”
“Why are you so afraid?”
She holds her hands up, indicating the building. “Did you notice I work for and with fricking vampires? A person would have to be an idiot not to show a healthy dose of fear.”
She’s got a valid point. “Would you like to know more about me?”
“It’s your dime, dude. You can talk about whatever you’d like.”
But I hear the way her pulse shifts a little at that, speeds up a tad. She’s nervous, especially nervous about what I might ask her.
I want to wrap her in my arms and protect her, slay her dragons, buy her anyth—
Holyfuck, I’m already halfway in love with her, and I don’t even know her full real name.
She watches me with an intensity I usually only see in vampires and shifters.
But the truth is now there.Rightthere.
I am completely enchanted by this woman.
Obsessedwith her.
Whatever I have to do to earn her trust, I’ll gladly do it.
“If I ask Lucius to arrange a meeting for me with Garrett Green, you would attend with us?”
“I might attend,” she carefully says after considering. “Thewithpart trips me up a little because, keep in mind, I won’t put my neck on the line for you yet. I need to know you first before I’ll risk my rep over you. Also depends when and where it is.” I catch that repeated stipulation and wonder about it.
“Fair enough. May I ask Lucius to include you in the plans, then?”
