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Resolutely, she shoved it all to the back of her mind. Because thinking about it would inexorably lead to her recalling her night on the island with Tor, which had already occupied far too many of her waking hours this past week.
The problem was, she missed him. Which was crazy since she barely knew him.
It had taken all her restraint to not drag him inside her apartment after he’d walked her home the other night. Closing the door on his handsome smiling face had been the hardest thing in the world.
Only her professional pride had stopped her. You didn’t get down and dirty with clients.
One slip, she could blame on the unusual circumstances. Twice—well, that would be unforgiveable.
She honestly didn’t know if it was that or her impending period that was making her feel so antsy right now. She’d called Tor last night, once she’d secured a time to meet the Counsel of Towns reps. She’d intended to keep the call very businesslike. Initially, he seemed to be doing the same, even though his voice alone had her squeezing her thighs together.
But when they’d got past the business side of things, he’d seemed in no hurry to finish the call, chatting away about his dad’s recovery, his mom being overly protective and some apple cake with a strange name his mom had made for him since he was a kid. It was super cute, the way he talked about his family. It made her want to meet them. And when he’d asked about her week, she’d found herself confiding her frustrations with the sea anemone house, grinning like an idiot the whole time.
But when she’d put the phone down, she’d gotten irritated. Did he have to be so nice?
If he’d been a rude off-hand brute, ghosted her after their cave encounter, she’d easily be over this crush by now. Instead, he was being a total gentleman.
As she stood in the long line at Bellamy’s, she had to accept she was excited about the meeting today. And not because a multi-million-dollar sale would mean a huge commission. It was seeing Tor again that had her hopping from foot to foot.
She blinked as a succubus pushed in front of her and called out an order for almond croissants.
Pull yourself together or you’ll never get served.
Bellamy’s was run by elementals. Unless you concentrated, they’d flit on to the next customer. You really had to catch sight of their shadow and call out to it. Everyone knew that about Bellamy’s—you got inside the shop and you focused. No daydreaming or you’d leave empty handed.
Finally, she got the attention of a gossamer thin elemental and managed to order a selection of dainty strawberry tarts and macarons. As she left the shop, holding the box carefully, another shadow flitted in front of her, almost causing her to drop her precious pastries.
It had seemed larger and darker than an elemental. Faster than a blink. Her nose quivered to a scent caught on the breeze. Expensive cologne. The best.
Matteus?
A shiver passed down her spine, her chest squeezed.
Quickly, she looked over both shoulders, nervously scanning the street. No sign of him or his limo. Maybe with all the ethereal energy in the patisserie, her vision had got confused. It could happen that way when there were so many elementals flying around in the ether. But even so, she couldn’t stop looking around her nervously until she finally reached her street, and decided she must have imagined it. Matteus could only make himself invisible for extremely short periods of time even after years of practice. It was a skill few vampires possessed these days, and only in infinitesimal amounts.
Besides, no vampire power in the world could make his car, a black Mercedes Benz invisible.
Once inside her office, she resisted the urge to lock the door behind her. Instead, she went into the little kitchenette off her office and arranged the cakes on a plate. She put them on her desk with the teacups and plates, then arranged the chairs in a neat semi-circle.
She’d just finished checking that all the paperwork was ready on her desk, and smoothed slightly trembling palms down her skirt when in walked Tor.
Green. Large. Handsome.
Ye gods. He was wearing a black suit and black shirt, buttoned to the collar with a tiny emerald pin at the neck. Holy goddess, did he look smoking hot.
Every time she saw him, every—single—time, her bones turned to the consistency of noodles. His intense gaze sent electric tingles straight to her clit. It felt like all the blood had rushed to her pussy and cut off the supply to her brain. It must have, because when she opened her mouth, she couldn’t actually form a sentence.
It was no good denying it.
She was infatuated with the guy.
But stranger than this, more disturbing even, being around Tor felt like coming home, like he was meant to be by her side.
Oh, this was hopeless. The sooner this deal was all over, the better.
Then you can date him.
Oh yeah, right. That is not on the agenda, girlfriend.
