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She was bent over at the waist, her ass almost in his face -- and a shapely ass it was. He might have appreciated the view more, if his eyes hadn’t started to water.
Heading to the kitchen area with a cup and dishrag in her hand, she spoke without looking at him. Damn, this place was small!
“What’d you forget this time, Irene? And why didn’t you tell me how bad this stuff smelled?”
Drake cleared his throat. “Are you all right?”
Hazel whipped around and shrieked… again.
“Omigod!”
Drake tried valiantly to suppress the smile he knew was forming on his lips, and raised his hands in a non-threatening gesture. “Sorry to startle you -- Hazel, is it?”
“I thought you were Irene.” She looked terrified, clutching her fist to her heart.
Drake did smile then. “No. I’m definitely not Irene.”
Hazel’s face turned bright red as she looked around her small kitchen. “I’m sorry about the smell.” She immediately turned on the fan above the stove and grabbed a can of air freshener from under the sink. “I was… err… cooking.”
“Perhaps you should call out for pizza.”
She wrinkled her nose. “You’re probably right.”
Having had a chance to adjust to the dominant smell, Drake could detect some of Hazel’s own unique scent. She smelled… clean, fresh. Like mountain air on a warm spring day after a light rain. Roses and strawberries with a hint of mint.
“I was passing by and heard you scream. Are you all right?”
“Oh! That. I splattered oil on a hot burner and singed my arm, then tripped. It’s nothing. I’m fine.”
He looked at her for a moment, not saying anything. There was something odd about her scent he couldn’t quite catch. Before he could puzzle it out, she started spraying the damned air freshener and the subtle scent was lost.
“Are you going to the building Halloween party?”
His first inclination was to yell a resounding “No!” Instead, he asked, “Are you?”
She fidgeted with her dress, which was drenched with foul smelling liquid. “Yes.” She cleared her throat. “For a while anyway.”
Drake narrowed his eyes as he concentrated. If he wasn’t mistaken, the girl was aroused. He could smell the sweat dampening her body. Had he interrupted something?
She was certainly dressed like she was expecting male company. Her linen dress hung loosely on her body, yet managed to frame her figure to wonderful advantage. He could discern full breasts spanning from a narrow ribcage, a tiny waist, and curvy hips. The dark, wet spot covered her from just below her breasts almost to her knees, where the skirt ended. Slender legs and bare feet peeked out from the hem and his libido kicked into gear. He could feel his fangs and claws begin to lengthen. He clasped his hands behind his back to hide them.
Damn.
With the moon full tonight, and it being a blue moon at that, it was hard for him to control the beast within him. Normally, he’d simply shift and show her his true nature.
If she were truly a witch.
Having a witch as a consort would be good for them both. He would have her power to draw upon when needed and more control over his animal side after they’d consummated their relationship -- she would have a familiar to go where she could not, and much-needed protection.
Ifshe were truly a witch.
“I’m sorry to have interrupted you.” He smiled. “Perhaps I’ll see you at the party.”
Hazel swallowed. “Yes,” she squeaked. “That would be lovely.”
“It’s a masquerade party, you know. What will you be dressed as? I wouldn’t want to mistake someone else for you.”
“Err… I haven’t made up my mind.”
