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  Quickly, Drake climbed out of the car, waving to the man who just finished locking the door. “Eric! I have someone for you to meet. She may be interested in your house.”

  “Drake! It’s been months! I’ve called like five times, and each time it just rings at your office.” Eric walked over, running a hand through his dark hair. He had a beard coming in with streaks of gray. He was handsome, that was for sure. I didn’t know how I would fair with him as my landlord. That was a lie. I didn’t think I could want anyone after Drake. He was a hard one to beat. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.

  “I have lost a few receptionists. I apologize, friend.” He came around the car to shake hands with Eric. “This is my new assistant, Sophie Dexter. She’s new in town and looking for a permanent residence.”

  Eric beamed, eyebrows raised. “Great! Let me show you the house.” He started up the walkway to unlock the front door.

  Drake snagged my hand, gripping it hard so I wouldn’t escape. I tugged, shaking my head, but he only grinned in response. He wasn’t going to let me go just because I was shy in front of other people. Finally, I just relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of my hand in his.

  We walked around the house, and Eric explained what he had done to each room in recent improvements. I only half listened because every time we changed directions, Drake came up behind me, pressing his body against mine. It was such an overwhelming, intense feeling that my knees nearly buckled each time.

  Eric came back around to the front door, letting us out so he could once again lock up. Drake’s hand crawled up my back, sending warmth throughout my body. I felt my nipples harden in anticipation. The things he did to my body were just amazing. I wanted to take him right there on the grass, even if Eric and the whole neighborhood watched.

  “So, what do you think?” Eric asked.

  “About?” My brain wouldn’t function. Then slowly it came online. “Oh, the house. Sorry, I’m tired. It’s amazing!”

  “She’ll take it.” Drake said.

  “Wait, no, I don’t even know how much the rent is.” I didn’t understand why he was choosing for me.

  “You won’t have to worry about that. I’ll take care of it,” Drake insisted.

  That was it. I wasn’t going to let him take care of me, let alone make decisions for me. “No. I want to know how much the rent is, Drake. I won’t let anyone pay my way when I’m capable enough.”

  Drake pressed his lips together, creating a thin line. “As you wish.”

  Eric was looking away from us, as if he didn’t want to enter our disagreement. When he realized I was waiting for an answer, he said, “It’s eight hundred a month. Paid on the first. I need first month’s rent and a security deposit up front.”

  Realizing I didn’t even know what I was being paid—or when, for that matter—I slumped my shoulders. “I’m assuming I can afford that, right?”

  Nodding, Drake smiled. “Yes.”

  “I’ll take it.” My brain was screaming that it was a bad idea, that I wasn’t supposed to make a home in Riverdale, yet my mouth kept agreeing on its own accord, and thanking him when he said I could start to move in as soon as I dropped off the payment.

  Yup, I went against my instincts and made rash decisions. I was also going against the rules and getting involved with a suspect. What was wrong with me? Why did I keep on making bad choices?

  Oh, I was so screwed.

  Chapter Nine

  Drake dropped me off at the hotel. I suggested he come up, but the expression on his face confirmed that he didn’t think too highly of the place, which I didn’t blame him for. The place was far from appealing, especially for his refined standards. So, we just said goodbye and that we would see each other in the morning.

  I was a little disappointed that he didn’t want to come in, but I was too tired to go to his house. My brain won that struggle. I knew that staying at his house was a bad idea, yet I couldn’t seem to help myself by inviting him up to the room.

  Opening the door to my room, I immediately saw a shadow that was a bit darker than the rest of the place. It looked to be in the shape of a person, but I wasn’t sure. When it moved, I leaped back, calling to my magic. The smoke came instantly, wrapping itself around my body in protection. It responded really well, having been trained for years to answer my call. When it came to self-defense, my magic was impeccable—at least when I wasn’t being jumped from behind.

  “Put your magic away, Sophie. I’m here as a friend,” Kevin said from the other side of the room.

  Swearing, I hit the light switch, pleased when he squinted madly from being blinded. Served him right for being a douche bag. Why couldn’t he knock, like normal people? Wait in the lobby until I returned? Sneaking into my room raised a lot of red flags, but what did you expect from the High Mistress’s personal assassin? He wasn’t normal, obviously.

  “Why are you in here?” I demanded, slowly letting my magic disappear.

  “I’ve come to remind you of your mission. It hasn’t gone unnoticed that you’ve been sleeping with the suspect.” Kevin began, pacing the room.

  Annoyed, I stomped toward him, jabbing my finger into his chest. “Why the fuck are you spying on me?”

  Kevin grabbed my hand, spinning me around so my back was pressed to his front. His hand held my hand in front of my chest. When he spoke, his lips were close to my ear, warmth from his breath on my skin. “It’s my job. If you were doing yours, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

  I tried to jerk my hand away, but he held on hard, wrapping his other arm around my front. “It’s disgusting, sleeping with a Vampire. There are so many better options available. This Vampire killed three women—Witches, no less—and you take him into your bed?”

  “I don’t have to explain myself to you,” I snapped.

  “You do when it comes to the High Mistress. Your actions show that you can’t handle cases on your own. They are even considering your permanent removal from the Council.”

  My mouth fell open. I didn’t think they would get that drastic, but apparently Daphne had their ear. They sent a spy to Riverdale, for who knew why. She wanted me gone, completely. Even if it was under false allegations of stealing from the Council’s funds. Getting angrier the more I thought about it, I felt my magic building around us. Kevin stiffened, preparing his own magic in response.

  “You better calm down, Sophie. This isn’t to make you angry. I am here offering my services. You only need to ask.”

  Letting my magic retract, I slammed my foot down onto his, smiling when he leapt back in surprise. He released his grip, glaring at me. “That was uncalled for.”

  “I don’t want you touching me.”

  Offended, Kevin headed to the door. “I have your back. I won’t report anything negative to Daphne, but you must regain your focus. This mission is important for so many more reasons than you know.”

  “Like what?” I asked curiously.

  “I’m not at liberty to say. It’s classified.”

  “I have access to classified information as a Council member.” I placed my hands on my hips. “Spill it.”

  “Your security clearance was revoked from viewing classified information the moment that search warrant was served.”

  “But it wasn’t served!”

  Kevin shrugged. “Call me at this number.” He handed me a piece of paper with a phone number written on it. “I’ll come and help at any time. For now, I will just watch from a distance. Someone is out there killing Witches. You could be next.”

  I briefly closed my eyes, thinking about what I had to do. There was no choice left but to break it off with Drake. I shouldn’t have slept with him in the first place. In fact, it was very unprofessional. Normally, I wouldn’t have taken such a step, but there was something about that man that had my hormones raging.

  Opening my eyes, I found myself alone. I didn’t even hear the door open. Checking the rest of the room, I found no evidence of Kevin even being th
ere. Locking the door, I called to my magic. I should have put a ward on the place the instant I took the room. Especially after I was attacked. Whoever did it probably knew I had switched rooms. Shaking my head at myself, I went around the room, mumbling the words, “Around the room I walk, calling to magic to protect myself and what’s mine from all those that wish harm.” It didn’t rhyme, but it got the point across well enough.

  My magic filled the air, blocking my vision of the rest of the room. Slowly it dissipated, sparks shooting everywhere to let me know that that final cracks of the room were being sealed with magic. Once those faded, I felt confident that my room was secure. I was such a space case. Why didn’t I do that earlier?

  Shaking my head, my phone chimed letting me know I had a text message. Opening up the text, I couldn’t help but smile.

  Drake: Thinking of you. Wish you were here in my bed.

  He was such a sweet guy, though I knew exactly why he wanted me in his bed. The man was insatiable. But so was I. I wanted him more than ever, and the only solutions I could think of were a cold shower or taking care of myself. Thinking for a moment, I decided on the cold shower. But then I realized it would do little to solve my problem. His next message set my whole body on fire, and I was seriously tempted to call him back over to pick me up.

  *

  The decision was made. I was heading into work early, even though he said he would pick me up on his way in. I called a cab, requesting that they drop me off at Jacobi Enterprises. It was an hour earlier than Drake arrived, so it was certainly enough time for me to slip in and leave a note. I didn’t have the guts to tell him goodbye to his face. Plus, he would fight me on it. Drake wouldn’t let me go if I was in the same room with him. I could only imagine what sort of response he would have. In the end, I would be in his bed. It was hard to resist someone like him.

  Hurrying up the steps, I went to my desk, grabbing a pen and a pad of paper. Quickly, I scribbled a note, explaining why I couldn’t stay with him and the company. Then quietly, I entered his office, surprised it wasn’t locked. Rushing over to his desk, I set it down and turned around to head back out. Only then I screamed, because he was standing right in front of me with his shirt off.

  “Oh my gods! Holy shit! What the fuck? Why are you here? I thought you’d be at home.” I kept rambling, my heart pounding frantically from being frightened.

  Drake grinned, obviously pleased with my scare. He smelled as if he just got out of the shower. Probably getting dressed to go pick me up. Deciding to take the note back, I stepped backwards, reaching behind me for it. “Why are you here?” I asked.

  “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, so I decided to come in to get work done,” he replied, placing his hands on my waist.

  Finding the paper, I crumbled it up, earning a raised eyebrow from Drake. “That’s too bad. I had the same problem.”

  “What are you doing?” he asked, reaching behind me.

  I squealed, falling back onto the desk. Drake growled, getting turned on as my skirt lifted up to my thighs. “I rather like you in this position,” he purred, fangs revealing themselves.

  My breathing quickened. “We shouldn’t be doing this. The door is open, and well, I’ve decided we can’t see each other anymore, Drake.”

  His body stiffened, and then he suddenly smiled. “You say that now.” He ran his hand up my thigh, getting close to my panties. I sucked in a breath, afraid to move because of how close he was to my opening. “I know you want me. I can smell it on you.”

  “In a way, that’s disturbing.” I laughed, nervously.

  Suddenly, he dropped from sight. I tried to sit up, but one of his hands pushed me back. Next thing I knew he was pulling down my panties, kissing up my thigh. His tongue made a hot, wet trail up my leg until he was outside of my lips. I gasped, my legs trembling in anticipation.

  My panties slid off my leg, hanging on my heel. His fingers dove into my wet heat, stroking softly at first and then harder. My back arched, breasts up in the air. His tongue snaked out, licking me. I cried out, hands reaching for his head. I gripped it, clutching his hair. He growled, licking faster. So good. I wanted more. My orgasm was building, close to the edge, but he stopped, kissing on my thigh again. I whined in disappointment, inching closer to his mouth.

  His fingers were inside me again, my back arching in response. Then I felt his teeth scrape the inner skin of my thigh. Without warning he was sinking his teeth in. I nearly screamed, my ass on the edge of the desk now. His fingers went in and out, faster as faster, as I crashed over the edge.

  Pulling his mouth away, he stood up, gazing down at me with dark eyes. He unbuttoned his pants, pressing his length up against me. “Say you want me to fuck you, Sophie.”

  “I want you to fuck me, Sophie.” I cried out when his cock slid into me hard.

  “You can’t even think, can you?” He chuckled, pulling in and out of me faster.

  Drake leaned forward, his fangs out. I mirrored his movement, running my tongue over one. He growled in response, slamming into me. Falling back, I urged him faster, cocking my head over so he could sink his teeth into my neck. There was a dark bruise and two holes already there, so it was a little tender, but the feeling quickly disappeared, replaced with intense pleasure as I once again crashed over the edge.

  *

  Laying on his desk, I was afraid to move. I was a complete mess. My hair was frizzy, I could feel it. Sweat covered my entire body, but I didn’t care. I felt good and wanted it again. Drake grinned at me, kissing my knee. “You were beautiful,” he said with a smile. His fangs were gone.

  “Let me read the note you left.” He looked around me for the crumbled up paper.

  I shoved him away, searching for the paper. I spotted it several feet from us, but so did Drake. We both went diving for it. My skirt was still up on my hips, so I could only imagine what the scene looked like when Maggie walked up to the door.

  Gasping, I completely forgot about the paper and stood up, hurrying to pull down my skirt. Drake snatched up the crumbled thing, slowly unwrapping it. He didn’t even care that Maggie just saw my snatch.

  When he read the note, he frowned. That’s when he acknowledged Maggie. She shook her head, brown hair shaking with it. “I’m sorry, sir,” she said immediately.

  “Get out,” he growled.

  I went to follow her, but he grabbed my arm, jerking me so I turned to face him. Once the door closed behind Maggie, he snarled. “You were just going to leave me? Saying nothing to my face?”

  “I knew you wouldn’t let me go, Drake,” I replied, unsure what it meant when his eyes glowed. I’ve only witnessed a few angry Vampires, but to see one up close and personal was another thing. I wanted to hide in a hole. Refusing to be a baby, I stiffened my back. “I can’t fuck my boss. Now that Maggie saw us, it only makes it a hundred times worse.”

  “I’ll fire her,” he responded.

  My mouth fell open in surprise. “You can’t do that.”

  “I will if it means I can keep you.”

  “I’m not some pet, Drake. I have choices. Being with you isn’t one.” Those words were a lot harder to say than I thought. Tears began to stream down my face. I couldn’t even look at him. My heart actually ached. But I had to get over it. Be strong and pretend it didn’t bother me.

  Wiping at my tears, I ignored the hurt on his face. I pulled myself away from him, searching around the room for my panties. Spotting them over by the desk, I grabbed them, putting them on quickly. “This won’t work,” I told him.

  “This is just beginning. You don’t have to work here. I have other locations.” He went to grab for me again, but I pulled away, shaking my head. “Please.”

  “I’m sorry.” I grabbed my things and hurried out of the office before he could stop me again.

  *

  Lying in my bed that same day, I stared up at the ceiling, trying to will away the pain. We just met, so why did I feel like shit? Was I feeling bad about hurting him? Or was
it because I felt more for him than I should have? Maybe it was both. It only happened a few hours ago, and already I wanted to go back to the office to tell him I changed my mind.

  Something moved from the corner of my eye and I jerked up to a sitting position. Only, there was nothing there. Looking around the room, I slid out of bed, prepared to look in all areas. As I headed toward the bathroom, something slapped me on the back of the head.

  “Ow!” I spun around, calling to my magic. There was nothing there. “What the hell?”

  I started looking around again, checking under the bed and behind the curtains. When I turned around to head to the bathroom, I was smacked again. This time I was faster, and I grabbed whatever it was, my fingers passing through something cold. It was a ghost.

  “Calm down before you give yourself a heart attack!”

  My mother’s voice filled the room. She always did have a commanding tone. It had a person stopping in her tracks every time. Especially when I was a kid. I knew immediately when I was in trouble. Often, I would take off running to hide in the woods. There were a ton of hiding spots there, and a lot of them she didn’t even know about.

  Turning around, I came face to face with her ghostly visage. She was glaring at me, which meant that I was in deep shit. I could only imagine what it could possibly be for. I was already in trouble in so many ways. Last thing I needed was to be haunted by my mother.

  “Yeah, you know it. You’re in deep doo-doo.” My mom shook an ethereal finger at me.

  “I didn’t do anything! And no one says ‘doo-doo,’ Mom.” I stomped away, looking for an escape.

  “Don’t you try to run away from me. I can go through these walls before you can even get out that door. I’ll be on the other side, waiting.”

  I sighed, slumping my shoulders in defeat. Even at my age, I had to worry that my mother would come back from the dead to scold me for something I did. She didn’t do it often, but when it happened, I was usually bothered for an entire week. I didn’t know if I could handle her being around for that long. It would be unbearable, and make it even harder to do my job. Not that I hadn’t made it harder on myself already.