Yes, little girl, I hunted you across state lines using your sweet scent.
I simply say, “I have a particular set of skills.”
Acceptance enters her eyes at my explanation. Afterall, most humans and mages know very little about Weres. It’s best to keep a shroud of mystery around all I can do. Fae abilities are usually kept to their own.
“You can’t be my security, not after we . . . ”
“Humped like animals?”
She flinches but her eyes darken with lust at the same time. Little Red wants me again, but she won’t admit it to herself.
“We got caught up in a moment,” I say. “It won’t happen again.”
My cock screams at me for uttering such bullshit.
Red licks her lips.
There is a way to make this simple for her. Make her hate me. “I know you’re young, but you can be an adult about this, right?” I make sure to use the most condescending tone possible.
Eyes the color of morning mist fly wide, and her cheeks flush bright cherry red. She looks as if I slapped her. “I’m not that young. I’m twenty-four. And what are you? An old man at twenty-six?”
“Twenty-nine, which makes me the more adult of the two of us.”
“That’s just stupid.”
“You’re the one who is catching feelings, though I hardly blame you. I am a good time in the sack.” I waggle my eyebrows at her, but I know I come off more vicious than mirthful.
“I am not catching feelings,” she shrieks.
“Good, then you’ll have no problem with me continuing as your security detail.”
Red glares at me, knowing she walked right into that. “I still doubt any mage is going to bother traveling into a human city to track me down.”
I step into her space, forcing her to look up at me again. Why do I find it so satisfying? Is it because I enjoy feeling like the predator I am, dominating her space? Or is it the way her eyes go round, and her jaw slackens as if I’ve short circuited her brain?
“How do you know they won’t follow you here?” I ask. Then I pull the dirtiest lie of all to get what I want. “Don’t you think it would add to your grandmother’s troubles if you put yourself in danger?”
It’s a low blow and I know it. Though I have no idea as to the kind of relationship Red has with her grandma, her concern for the old woman’s safety has me betting they’re pretty close.
Red continues to stare up at me, her eyes searching back and forth, internally debating what I’ve said.
The urge to dip down and kiss those lips grips me, but I hold steady. If I kiss her, she’ll never let me up to her apartment.
“Fine, but there are rules,” Red challenges.
“Do tell, college girl.”
She rolls her eyes at my nickname before stating her terms. “No touching.”
I don’t respond. My brain immediately jerks back to all the touching I did earlier today. How much I want to do it again.
She holds a finger up. “I’m serious, no touching. Not a single accidental brush. You keep your hands off me at all times.”
“I can do that,” I say, trying to convince myself I can.
“And you sleep on the couch,” she finally submits, turning sharply and stomping up the couple steps to unlock the building door.
I suppress a smile as I trail behind her. Little Red just let the Big Bad wolf into her house. Now all I have to do is keep from eating her up . . . again.
