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My cocks swell.
I ignore them.
Finally, after my daytime staff have packed up for the day, I shift back into my two-legged form and pull off my tie. I unbutton the first few buttons of my shirt, letting the collar fall open to expose my chest. It’s a more casual look. More relaxed. I’m not going to do business. I’m just a businessman looking for a way to unwind.
My car stops outside the brightly painted semi-detached in the arts precinct of the city and I blink at it for a moment insurprise. This is not what I was expecting from an organization catering to the sexual appetites of monsters.
I thank my driver and step out onto the sidewalk. A quaint hand-painted sign on the front door directs me down the alley and around to the back of the building for the entrance to the Monster Bar. The alley is sloped and uneven steps run down to a lower level than the street above. The gentle throb of music permeates the darkness and the air tastes of city sewers and human bodies and traffic. Not a taste I relish.
I hope she is worth it.
The Monster Bar isn’t as bad as I imagine when I walk through the black painted wooden door and down yet more steps into the basement of the building. It’s dimly lit. Most of the lighting surrounds a large bar where a tall blond man, with his long hair pulled back into a bun, shakes a cocktail shaker and chats with a couple of human women.
Neither of them is her.
I take a few steps toward the bar and the bartender pauses. He sniffs the air and turns to look at me in surprise. A fellow supe, then. Lycanthrope at a guess, or shifter of some sort if he can scent me.
I approach the bar, waiting for him to finish serving the women before coming across to greet me. “Evening. Haven’t seen you here before, friend. Are you new in town?”
I incline my head. “Good evening. I am indeed.”
“What can I get you?” He keeps the conversation light and his tone easy, but I can see the way his body tenses and taste his wariness on my tongue. He knows I’m dangerous, even if he doesn’t yet know what I am.
“Actually, I was hoping you could help me with something. I came here looking for the Monstrous Deals Escort Agency.”
He gives me a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’re in the right place, then. Want to make a booking?”
I return his smile. “Yes. In fact I have a particular escort in mind.”
He nods. “I kinda figured. Guy like you usually does. Who did you have in mind? Have you been through our screening process?”
I frown. “There seems to have been some sort of mixup with your screening process. That’s why I came in person.”
“Oh? What sort of problem?”
“My assistant was told you couldn’t match me, but there must be some mistake. I thought you were in the business of... making dreams come true... is that right?”
His eyebrows shoot up. “Listen, if Sofia says she can’t match you, she’s got a good reason. She’s never been wrong before. I’m really very sorry, but at the end of the day, she’s the boss.”
I lean across the bar. He can’t see my eyes, but I can tell he takes notice. “No. You listen. I will have Tamsin, one way or another. So I suggest you tell your boss to arrange it if she wants to get paid for it.”
A thin human woman with long dark hair steps aside to get out of my way as I stride toward the door. The bartender doesn’t respond. Doesn’t call out to me or follow.
I’m already fishing my phone out of my pocket to dial my driver as I step back onto the street.
That isn’t the end of this.
THREE
Tamsin
My phone buzzes in my purse and I stop to fumble in the enormous thing to find it. How does it always find its way to the bottom?
It’s the Monstrous Deals number.
“Hello?”
The voice on the other end of the line is gruff and masculine. “Tamsin? It’s Maurice here at Monster Bar. Listen, are you home?”
