frowned
as I removed the hard drive from my laptop, before shooing him away and taking the
re-tidied pile away.
I moved
over to bookcase, “Enough to keep me in the style of living I’m accustomed to.”
I pushed in Robert Southey’s edition of Goldilocks and the Three Bears— when
Goldilocks was a crafty old woman rather than a twit of a little girl—and a
full section of my bookcase popped out, and then slid to the right, revealing
my little safe.
Felix
instantly peered over my shoulder as I tried to quickly and covertly type in
the override code. As I swung it open, I removed my iPad, and handed it to him,
then slid my laptop and pile of paperwork in its place.
“You must
really like your technology.” I heard him mutter before spinning to face
him.
The soft
hum of the bookcase sliding back into place at my back assured me all was
locked up and safe, as I observed him flicking through files on my iPad. I
snatched it out of his hands.
“What did
I say about touching?” I snapped, powering the iPad down.
“You
handed it to me.” One side of his mouth quirked up, hinting at a dimple.
My eyes
latched onto it like a starving person to a breadcrumb. His grin grew, and the
hint of a dimple became a matching set. I yanked my eyes away and scowled hard
at him, wondering suspiciously if he was trying to bait me. I hadn’t forgotten
the effect his lips, his sniffing and softly murmured words had had on me in
the woods that morning, and the close proximity in my own territory was making
me antsy. My wolf side disliked him being there, spreading his scent around
like he was marking me as his. I didn’t want to be marked up. I also didn’t
want anyone thinking I belonged to anyone but me.
Blah.
I moved
to my desk, and slid the iPad and a few other gadgets into my bag. “Technology
makes my job easier and safer, I have the money for it, and my tech wizard
likes me.” I gave Felix a wry grin. “I make him purr.”
His eyes
narrowed as he shifted closer to me, suddenly all stiff and imposing.
“Who is
he? Your boyfriend?” he asked, his tone a little sharp.
Oh,
oh, oh! What was this? Jealousy? Smells like cherry-cola. Who knew?
“Why do
you want to know?” I asked as I slid my pack onto my shoulder, giving him a
wide-eyed, innocent look.
His brows
shot together as he squared his shoulders and shifted his eyes away from mine.
“He could be useful.”
Oh
yeah, definitely jealousy. I inhaled and savored.
I
sauntered past him. “We have a mutually beneficial relationship, whereby at the
end of each of our encounters we leave one another satisfied.” I knew I was
yanking his chain, but it was just too fun to pass up. Girl’s gotta get her jollies
somewhere, and it might as well be from an overly-charming, overly-arrogant,
bossy Vampire with control issues.
“So he
gives you top of the line security. What do you give him?” he asked, hedging
rather than just spitting it out.
I set my
pack down with my suitcase and then moved into the lounge towards the
entertainment center. I grinned at him as I pointed the remote at the wall. “Whatever
makes him purr.” I clicked a button, and a low hum sounded once again, as the
whole entertainment system—flat screen, speakers, stereo, shelves holding
vinyl, DVDs and CDs—started moving forward, separating from the wall.
Felix
arched a brow at me as I waltzed over to the side of it and walked down the
steps into my secret weapons room. This house wasn’t advertised with a
basement, so I’d had a secret one installed—mostly by myself. Shit like that is
way easier when you’re epically strong. The expansive underground space held
the majority of my weapons as well as a small training area where, once locked
down here, I could just lose myself in pounding a punching bag or going for a
run. The walls were reinforced and soundproof—a
veritable safe room. It even had a little shower cubicle in the corner
and a locker with spare gym clothes. My Vampire
as I removed the hard drive from my laptop, before shooing him away and taking the
re-tidied pile away.
I moved
over to bookcase, “Enough to keep me in the style of living I’m accustomed to.”
I pushed in Robert Southey’s edition of Goldilocks and the Three Bears— when
Goldilocks was a crafty old woman rather than a twit of a little girl—and a
full section of my bookcase popped out, and then slid to the right, revealing
my little safe.
Felix
instantly peered over my shoulder as I tried to quickly and covertly type in
the override code. As I swung it open, I removed my iPad, and handed it to him,
then slid my laptop and pile of paperwork in its place.
“You must
really like your technology.” I heard him mutter before spinning to face
him.
The soft
hum of the bookcase sliding back into place at my back assured me all was
locked up and safe, as I observed him flicking through files on my iPad. I
snatched it out of his hands.
“What did
I say about touching?” I snapped, powering the iPad down.
“You
handed it to me.” One side of his mouth quirked up, hinting at a dimple.
My eyes
latched onto it like a starving person to a breadcrumb. His grin grew, and the
hint of a dimple became a matching set. I yanked my eyes away and scowled hard
at him, wondering suspiciously if he was trying to bait me. I hadn’t forgotten
the effect his lips, his sniffing and softly murmured words had had on me in
the woods that morning, and the close proximity in my own territory was making
me antsy. My wolf side disliked him being there, spreading his scent around
like he was marking me as his. I didn’t want to be marked up. I also didn’t
want anyone thinking I belonged to anyone but me.
Blah.
I moved
to my desk, and slid the iPad and a few other gadgets into my bag. “Technology
makes my job easier and safer, I have the money for it, and my tech wizard
likes me.” I gave Felix a wry grin. “I make him purr.”
His eyes
narrowed as he shifted closer to me, suddenly all stiff and imposing.
“Who is
he? Your boyfriend?” he asked, his tone a little sharp.
Oh,
oh, oh! What was this? Jealousy? Smells like cherry-cola. Who knew?
“Why do
you want to know?” I asked as I slid my pack onto my shoulder, giving him a
wide-eyed, innocent look.
His brows
shot together as he squared his shoulders and shifted his eyes away from mine.
“He could be useful.”
Oh
yeah, definitely jealousy. I inhaled and savored.
I
sauntered past him. “We have a mutually beneficial relationship, whereby at the
end of each of our encounters we leave one another satisfied.” I knew I was
yanking his chain, but it was just too fun to pass up. Girl’s gotta get her jollies
somewhere, and it might as well be from an overly-charming, overly-arrogant,
bossy Vampire with control issues.
“So he
gives you top of the line security. What do you give him?” he asked, hedging
rather than just spitting it out.
I set my
pack down with my suitcase and then moved into the lounge towards the
entertainment center. I grinned at him as I pointed the remote at the wall. “Whatever
makes him purr.” I clicked a button, and a low hum sounded once again, as the
whole entertainment system—flat screen, speakers, stereo, shelves holding
vinyl, DVDs and CDs—started moving forward, separating from the wall.
Felix
arched a brow at me as I waltzed over to the side of it and walked down the
steps into my secret weapons room. This house wasn’t advertised with a
basement, so I’d had a secret one installed—mostly by myself. Shit like that is
way easier when you’re epically strong. The expansive underground space held
the majority of my weapons as well as a small training area where, once locked
down here, I could just lose myself in pounding a punching bag or going for a
run. The walls were reinforced and soundproof—a
veritable safe room. It even had a little shower cubicle in the corner
and a locker with spare gym clothes. My Vampire
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