“Did he see you? Did you talk to him? What does the guy look like?”
"I don't think he saw me. I'm not even sure he was looking for me.”
“Then how do you know it’s him?”
"I'm not ever going to forget that night or how he looks. And it pissed me off the second I saw him I wanted to drag him off to the Inn. My fingers itch just thinking about running them through his long midnight hair. I want to lick all over his muscles, and stare in his dark ruby eyes while I fuck him. Gods...and he has this devilish smile that makes you know he's up to no good."
"And you don't want to see him?" Quintus asked, looking at his friend who seemed as if he was about to burst out of his clothes and go looking for the guy. "You sound as if when you leave here tonight, you're going to go hunt him down."
“I’m not. I’m still kind of mad he fucking left me alone without any way to contact him. Plus, I think the name he gave me was fake. I can’t even remember it.”
Quintus chuckled listening to his friend ramble on about a man who he wanted but couldn’t remember his name. “I wonder what he's doing in Vale Valley?"
"Set the table," Donald ordered, and without answering the question. Quintus followed his orders. “Does anyone really need a reason to be in Vale Valley? I showed up hoping to win the man I thought I loved back. And the second I saw him again, I knew he wasn't the one for me. The way you talk about the place being a secret to the world, I'm surprised I found it so easily."
"That's because the town wanted you here. No one ever knows what's going to happen in their lives when they enter Vale Valley. You show up with one goal, and suddenly you find yourself doing something completely different. You're about to be the town's deputy mayor. That alone should tell you something."
"Must you always be so wise and insightful?"
"Shut up and feed me."
"Yes, sir," Donald said with a smile.
* * *
A few days later,Quintus got out of his car and surveyed the house in front of him. It wasn’t in the best shape, but it wasn’t going to fall apart if he knocked on the front door...or he hoped not. Vale Valley had come a long way since the Vale family took over.
He remembered when he’d arrived there was still untouched land. Now, most of that land was filling up with new, bustling businesses and homes. But some houses had been ruined in the flood that had claimed the life of the first town’s sheriff, Trenton Vale.
Quintus was standing in front of one of the houses that had been caught in the flood. The family had abandoned the property after they had taken Rosemary up on her offer to rebuild them a new home. It was a shame the family had felt they didn’t want the house anymore, considering it stood on one of the more substantial portions in Vale Valley.
Whoever bought this has to have some serious cash.He looked at the name his secretary gave him of who he was meeting and had to admit he didn’t recognize it.
Scottland Boroson-Dracul.Who the hell came up with that name?
He had never heard of a Scottland living in Vale Valley. But then again, he didn’t know everyone who lived in town. Shaking his head, Quintus walked up to the house and knocked on the door, waiting for the owner to answer. He was about to knock on the door again but stopped when the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
It was as if he could feel something coming his way, but he wasn’t sure if he was going to be in danger or not. Quintus half shifted as he turned, letting his canines and nails elongate. Vale Valley was a great place to live, but like everywhere else, the town had seen its fair share of danger.
Quintus sniffed the air and almost gagged on the rancid stench that slapped him in his face. He took on a defensive stance and hissed at the air, hoping who or whatever was about to attack would know he wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Feeling a hand on the blade of his shoulder, he grabbed the person's wrists and tried to flip them over, but realized they weren’t moving.
“Is this how you greet all your customers?” The deep baritone voice asked.
He turned and his gaze connected with sea blue eyes and a smirk on the most perfect lips he’d ever seen on anyone. Without thinking, Quintus leaned forward and sniffed the man in front of him.
Oh, gods above. He smells heavenly.His cheetah purred as he buried his face in the man’s neck, soaking up his scent.
“I never knew you were such an affectionate kitty.”
The deep seductive voice didn’t help Quintus in the least.
I want to lick him all over. I shouldn’t be doing this. Who is this? Why the hell can’t I pull away from him?
His mind was filled with questions, but he couldn’t pull away to get the answers he needed. When he tried to pull away, but his cheetah wouldn’t let him. Quintus couldn’t figure out why.
Fingers moved up his back, stopping at the base of his neck. The delicious smelling stranger grabbed a fistful of his hair and roughly pulled his head back, causing Quintus to gasp.
“Such a delicious little kitty, you make me want me to spank you.”
