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I could also use the boost of energy and a bit of attention myself.
I walk into the living room and find Clay and Milo grabbing their wallets. My magic jerks to attention the second I take them in, and I have to restrain the hussy. If I blast them with anything right now, they’ll have no outlet! I need to get them to the club asap. They deserve a reward.
Milo has been far less grumpy since I started. I think Cooper’s happiness has loosened the guy up. He’s still not the easiest to match up, but I have high hopes.
Then there’s Clay, who’s been in his studio for ten days straight, and hasn’t gone out hunting for attention. Of course, my magic’s natural ability to calm that side of him is a big help.
Goals for the night:
Find a confident woman to flirt with Clay, who walks away from his advances, but promises a second encounter. That one might be difficult because Clay can be persuasive.
Make sure Milo enjoys the night, on his own. He needs to approach the women, not the other way around. That’s going to be hard as well. He’s a total chick magnet.
Keep Bellamy from getting all lusty. That's actually pretty easy. I just absorb all his lust. The downside of that is, I will then be feeling extra lusty. I’ll have to find a few randoms to lustify tonight.
Both men turn, and I put on my best wallflower face. Nothing to see here. Milo looks me up and down, and then looks away quickly. Clay looks like that damn heart-eyed emoji, and I have to quickly absorb all his swiftly growing desire. He can have it back at the club. Maybe.
“Thank you for inviting me. I promise I’ll keep out of your hair and find my own way home,” I promise, hoping they won’t feel responsible for me.
“Thanks for joining us. Thought you’d say no,” Clay says as he makes his way to the door.
I remain silent as we make our way to the club, which is thankfully only about a fifteen-minute walk away. Not ideal in these pink platform heels, though. I have a feeling my feet will be angry with me by the end of the night.
“If anyone gives you trouble, immediately find me or Bellamy,” Milo says, stopping me before I can approach the bouncer.
“Yes, sir.” I nod, and his eyes dilate. Something I hadn’t noticed happen before. I’m soaking up a new wave of longing and desire, and have to take a step back. How’d I miss this before? I’ve been calling him sir for weeks! I know it’s a thing for some guys to be called that, especially in the bedroom, but I didn’t peg Milo as the type at all. The more you learn, I guess.
“Milo. Just Milo, True,” he grumbles, and I nod my head quickly. Noted. Stop calling Milo sir, asap. That was missing from the file.
I need to call Eros. That's the third thing missing. Eros is usually very thorough with his files. For example, I know that Bellamy has an extreme fear of cotton balls. Kinks are literally my department, so how’d he miss adding any of these guys' kinks to their files? What a slacker.
Once inside, I break away but keep my eyes on them the whole time. I’m repelling lust and desire like oil repels water when I spot Bellamy. He’s smiling and laughing with a woman at the bar, and as I approach, I feel nothing!
Well, not nothing. There’s interest. But it’s muted. He’s not actively trying to jump her bones. What a good boy.
She, however, is practically vibrating with lust. I take a bit of that off her, just to give Bellamy the upper hand, and wait.
Their conversation is pleasant and polite. I toss in a dash of flirtation, and they’re both laughing in no time. I smile to myself, feeling accomplished. He’s excusing himself to return to work, and she’s left longing for more. I could applaud him. Milo is already sitting up in VIP, sipping a drink and people-watching. He looks slightly unapproachable, but not overly so. That's a step in the right direction.
“So, what’s your poison?” a deep voice asks, and I cringe for two reasons. One, that’s a terrible pickup line, and two, I recognize the voice.
“Marsupial!” I greet, turning to face the Dark Cupid with a less-than-polite smile. He’s got no interest in my drink order, he’s just being a jackass.
“You wound me, True.” He smirks, and I have to look away, rolling my eyes as I do. He’s handsome, the bastard, but he’s gone over to the dark side. I do not dabble in darkness. Well. Not his kind of darkness, anyway.
“Go away, Maurice.” I wave a hand at him, crossing my fingers he hasn’t noticed who my charges are. His real name is Mason, but I find great joy in annoying him by calling him anything but that.
“Say please,” he whispers in my ear, making me shiver in disgust, and I nibble my lip.Do not junk punch the Dark Cupid.
“Please?” I smile brightly, hoping that he’s still on Eros’s good list.
“Sure thing, babe. Have fun with those three,” he says with a wink, and I let out a sigh. At least he’s only mostly an asshole, not a full asshole.
He disappears from human sight, making his way out of the club, and I relax marginally.
“That an ex?” someone asks from much too close, and I yelp, spinning to see Clay standing in my bubble.
“Monty? Nah. He’s just a coworker from my last job. Total ass. Uh. I’m gonna go order a drink,” I announce, shuffling over to the end of the bar, where the bartender seems to be spending most of her time.
