Adam shook his head.What was wrong with the men in this place?A young, beautiful woman sitting alone and no one approached her?He made his way toward her, cautiously, afraid she’d bolt as soon as she saw him, even if now she couldn’t shift and run like before.
She swiveled around before he reached her, her gaze wide and her lips pressed into a thin line of dissatisfaction.He couldn’t help grinning at her disgruntled look.
“I told you I’d find you,” he said.
She shook her head and returned to her drink.He sat next to her and motioned the waiter over.
“How?”she asked.
He shrugged.
“I’m a detective, little one.It’s my job.”
She snorted.The waiter came over and he ordered a beer which earned him a snide glance.
“Not very classy,” she murmured.
He chuckled.“This isn’t my usual establishment, as you know.”
She sipped at her drink.The waiter dropped off his beverage with clear distaste, charged him, and left.
“So, what do you want?”Katya asked once he was out of earshot.
“You.”The word slipped through him like a confession waiting to happen in front of a priest.He took a hefty gulp from his drink.“To help you,” he added, aiming to cover up his direct response.She laughed, shocking him.The sound was joyful, like bells announcing the arrival of good news.
“At least you’re candid.Not happy with what I stole from you the other night?”she asked, glancing at him coyly.
“Not happy about being robbed at all, but especially not happy about not remembering any of it.”Adam dipped his gaze to her cleavage and back to her face.Heat traveled across his veins, hot and urgent.Her cheeks flushed and she shifted in her seat, crossing her legs.He glanced at them.She wore skin-colored stockings, which left nothing to the imagination.His cock twitched.“I want to remember if I had them wrapped around my waist,” he murmured.
“That can be fixed,” she replied.She placed her fingertips on his forearm.An electric current whispered across his flesh straight to his groin.He swallowed, hard.
“Is this some kind of shifter magic you use to captivate your clients?”
She dropped her hand to her side and took another sip of her drink.The loss of her body heat left him forlorn.He placed his palm on the bar, aching to be near her but fearful she’d bolt again.
“Not at all.There’s no such thing as shifter magic.We’re as human as you are.”
“Except for the part of turning into animals,” he stated.
She nodded.Her pinkie brushed against his, even as she kept her gaze trained on her glass.
“Yes, and being faster and stronger too.”
“With better reflexes and vision?”
“Yes,” she agreed, while hooking their fingers.“But other than that, we’re just people.”
“So, you’re not hypnotizing your victims?”He grasped her hand, reveling in the softness of her flesh.She squeezed his palm and chuckled.
“Not at all.I’m just using my natural charms, and as you can see, they don’t always work.I’m sitting here alone tonight.”
“Not anymore.”He touched her arm, drawing a shiver from her.Their gazes met and locked.Adam took in her features.Her eyes were luminous with an edge to them that drew him in.Her skin smooth and with the glow of twenty-year-old youth.Freckles dotted her nose, barely visible unless you were looking intently.He glanced at her lips.They were softly defined, covered in red gloss, more alluring than ever.
He leaned forward.“I don’t know what it is, but you’ve got me spellbound.”
She didn’t say anything.Instead, she moved toward him, her mouth finding his and making the world around them disappear into a starry canvas.
