flooded back in a rush.
It had happened again.
She processed the memories faster this time. Up to the last moment on the dance floor when she’d kissed Neeman. Oh crap! She’d kissed Neeman.
She slid into the Ferrari and glanced in the backseat. Double crap! She really had gotten all that stuff at the stores. She looked down at the tiny, tight dress and tried in vain to cover herself.
Selene tried to keep the shakes at bay and herself from succumbing to the tears threatening to flow. How had she let this happen? She needed to find a solution and fast. Her body hummed with magick. The electric sexual energy of the people in the bar had wound her up and filled her cup to the brim. She needed a release.
They drove in silence to the compound. Neeman had barely pulled the car into the warehouse when she jumped from it and headed for the elevator.
“Selene!”
Mortified, she refused to turn, hitting the button at the elevator. The doors opened immediately. She stepped in and pushed the button before he could reach the door.
“What about all the stuff in the—” His words were cut off by the door closing.
“Return it!” she yelled.
Anger and shame boiled inside her. Her emotions were so mixed up she didn’t know what to do or think or feel. She’d come on to him and he’d rejected her, again. But this time it was different. She’d opened up to let him in, he’d pushed her away. Yet if she’d been in her right frame of mind, she never would have done that in the first place. What he must think of her. Of what she’d done.
Adrenaline coursed through her, making her head pound and her limbs shake.
“Oh, hell. Not now,” she moaned.
She needed help. A spell to keep herself from blacking out again. She needed her amulet. With her magick at full capacity, it was getting easier and easier for her to slip and for the voice in her head to take over.
The elevator doors opened and she stared into the hallway. With a whisper, she could level the entire floor and drain her powers.
“Yes, do that. That’ll be fun. Then we can watch the place burn.”
“No.”
The elevator began to close and she jumped out. She raced to her room and flung the door open. She needed to cleanse, to calm down, to think.
She stripped off her new dress and flung it to the floor in disgust.
“How could you put that thing on me?” she asked. “I looked like a common whore. I am not a whore.”
The voice gave a hearty laugh. “Oh really? I think you deceive yourself.”
Sliding out of her heels, she stood topless in the middle of her room. It dawned on her she had nothing else to wear. She’d dropped the black clothes in the dressing room of the first store and everything else was in the car. Not that she’d be caught dead in those trashy, pricey clothes.
A cough from behind her pulled her attention. Neeman stood laden down with packages. His face showed no emotion but his eyes devoured her body. Since she stood in nothing but her panties, there wasn’t much he wasn’t seeing.
“Are you going to set them down, or just keep staring?”
He cleared his throat and stepped into the room, half setting down, half dropping the packages. Several bags tipped over, spilling their contents all over the floor. Selene waited till he’d set everything down and then strode to him and planted her hand in the middle of his chest.
“Selene, let me explain.”
Embarrassment quivered her chin. She didn’t want to hear him explain. Couldn’t hear him explain. She didn’t want to know.
“Selene, please. I wanted to. I did, but—”
She shoved him hard and he stumbled before planting his feet.
“Selene, if you will just listen to me.”
She used both hands and all of her body weight to push him out the door before slamming it in his face.
Once the door was closed, she slid to the floor and sobbed into her hands. His last expression burned into her mind, his brilliant eyes sad and pleading. She shivered and curled into a ball.
It had happened again.
She processed the memories faster this time. Up to the last moment on the dance floor when she’d kissed Neeman. Oh crap! She’d kissed Neeman.
She slid into the Ferrari and glanced in the backseat. Double crap! She really had gotten all that stuff at the stores. She looked down at the tiny, tight dress and tried in vain to cover herself.
Selene tried to keep the shakes at bay and herself from succumbing to the tears threatening to flow. How had she let this happen? She needed to find a solution and fast. Her body hummed with magick. The electric sexual energy of the people in the bar had wound her up and filled her cup to the brim. She needed a release.
They drove in silence to the compound. Neeman had barely pulled the car into the warehouse when she jumped from it and headed for the elevator.
“Selene!”
Mortified, she refused to turn, hitting the button at the elevator. The doors opened immediately. She stepped in and pushed the button before he could reach the door.
“What about all the stuff in the—” His words were cut off by the door closing.
“Return it!” she yelled.
Anger and shame boiled inside her. Her emotions were so mixed up she didn’t know what to do or think or feel. She’d come on to him and he’d rejected her, again. But this time it was different. She’d opened up to let him in, he’d pushed her away. Yet if she’d been in her right frame of mind, she never would have done that in the first place. What he must think of her. Of what she’d done.
Adrenaline coursed through her, making her head pound and her limbs shake.
“Oh, hell. Not now,” she moaned.
She needed help. A spell to keep herself from blacking out again. She needed her amulet. With her magick at full capacity, it was getting easier and easier for her to slip and for the voice in her head to take over.
The elevator doors opened and she stared into the hallway. With a whisper, she could level the entire floor and drain her powers.
“Yes, do that. That’ll be fun. Then we can watch the place burn.”
“No.”
The elevator began to close and she jumped out. She raced to her room and flung the door open. She needed to cleanse, to calm down, to think.
She stripped off her new dress and flung it to the floor in disgust.
“How could you put that thing on me?” she asked. “I looked like a common whore. I am not a whore.”
The voice gave a hearty laugh. “Oh really? I think you deceive yourself.”
Sliding out of her heels, she stood topless in the middle of her room. It dawned on her she had nothing else to wear. She’d dropped the black clothes in the dressing room of the first store and everything else was in the car. Not that she’d be caught dead in those trashy, pricey clothes.
A cough from behind her pulled her attention. Neeman stood laden down with packages. His face showed no emotion but his eyes devoured her body. Since she stood in nothing but her panties, there wasn’t much he wasn’t seeing.
“Are you going to set them down, or just keep staring?”
He cleared his throat and stepped into the room, half setting down, half dropping the packages. Several bags tipped over, spilling their contents all over the floor. Selene waited till he’d set everything down and then strode to him and planted her hand in the middle of his chest.
“Selene, let me explain.”
Embarrassment quivered her chin. She didn’t want to hear him explain. Couldn’t hear him explain. She didn’t want to know.
“Selene, please. I wanted to. I did, but—”
She shoved him hard and he stumbled before planting his feet.
“Selene, if you will just listen to me.”
She used both hands and all of her body weight to push him out the door before slamming it in his face.
Once the door was closed, she slid to the floor and sobbed into her hands. His last expression burned into her mind, his brilliant eyes sad and pleading. She shivered and curled into a ball.
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