“Fey folk?”
Nick glances toward the riverfront. “Do yourself a favor. Stay away from the park after dark. The Riverfront Conservancy is owned by Giselle, and she lets the fey have their fun in the park without much supervision.”
I shudder again. The fey folk like to have the kind of fun that is never actually fun for the people they’re playing with. They should definitely be supervised. Or sent back to Faerie permanently. Who in their right mind would let them run wild? “And Giselle would be…?”
“The Detroit River mermaid.”
This is news to me. “We have a mermaid?”
“Oh yeah. She’s smokin’ hot but quite the temperamental fish. Bit of an unstable clinger, too. Really doesn’t like to be dumped.” A small flicker of a smile washes over Nick’s handsome face, as if he’s remembering a private joke. No doubt he’s speaking from personal experience. The man seriously hooked up with a mermaid? How is that even possible? Wasn’t the legs-on-land thing just a myth? I thought merpeople were completely waterlocked.
I shake away a rather disturbing image of Nick getting it on with a cracked-out fey version of Disney’s Ariel, and head toward the FUA building. The sign on the door says Paxton Shipping. Makes sense. Can’t exactly label it Federal Underworld Agency. That wouldn’t raise a few eyebrows or anything. “So, tell me about this agency. I didn’t realize the underworld had its own police/government/structural system.”
“We didn’t always. The system’s fairly new. It’s still a little like the Wild West. We only step in when things get out of hand, and not all underworlders recognize our authority, but it keeps the U.S. government appeased enough that they aren’t trying to exterminate all us monsters.”
Nick gives me a dry smirk as he holds the door open for me. I don’t know what to say to that, so I just nod and walk inside with Terrance and Wulf following close behind me.
The FUA reminds me a lot of the DMV. It has this overall depressing feeling that only the U.S. government can accomplish. It’s a large room with dim, fluorescent lighting and tacky linoleum flooring. There are only half a dozen desks or so, with a conference room in the back and a few doors with nameplates next to them, which I suspect are private offices.
There are only two people in the room—a middle-aged black woman a little on the heavy side and a gorgeous Asian man. The man is one of the hottest people I’ve ever seen. He’s…he’s…beautiful. Breathtaking. Mesmerizing. There’s just no other way to describe him. “How you doing, Gorgeous?” Damn, his voice is perfection, too. I let out a dreamy sigh. “Haven’t seen you in the office in a while.”
“I wonder why,” Nick says with a grunt as he drops his keys and badge onto a messy desk piled high with paperwork. For some reason, he’s scowling and avoiding eye contact with the beautiful man. It’s strange, considering he’s been over confident with everyone else so far.
The man laughs heartily and steps up to me with a beautiful smile and an extended hand. “And who do we have here?”
I blink at the extended hand. It looks so soft and smooth, and his fingernails are perfectly manicured. My policy has always been the less physical contact the better, but I can’t help taking what’s being offered. His grip is delicate but not flimsy, and his skin is warm and tingly. I shiver at his touch, and goose bumps rise on my arms. Holy shit, what’s with this guy?
His grin says he knows exactly what kind of reaction I’m having to him, and he likes it. Since I can currently hear his thoughts, I know he finds his attraction to me strange because I’m not his normal type. But he can’t deny the appeal of my lust. He brings my hand to his lips, and I totally let him.
“Cut that shit out, Ren,” Nick growls. “It’s not going to work on me, and you’re suffocating Nora.”
“Oh, all right, fine.” Ren sighs dramatically and gives Nick a very sexy pout. “But you really can’t blame a man for trying.”
An invisible weight lifts off me, clearing my head and making it easier to think straight. I stumble back a step and have to catch my breath. “What the hell?”
“Ren’s an incubus,” Henry says, glaring at the guy.
I’d been so enthralled with Ren I hadn’t even realized Henry and Parker had come inside. So not good. “Incubus?” Stomach dropping to the floor, I place myself safely behind Terrance.
Ren’s smile falls at my reaction. I feel bad for hurting his feelings and insulting him, but I can’t help my fear. I have enough problems with men lusting after me. I don’t need to be around one that exudes lust and feeds off of it. Though, I’m glad to have an explanation for my crazy-intense attraction to him.
“He’s gay, Henry,” Nick drones in a bored voice. “You don’t have to worry about him going after Nora. That was for my benefit.” Shooting Ren another dark look, he adds, “It’s never going to work.”
Ren winks at him. “You never know. One of these days you might change your mind, Gorgeous honey.”
Startled, I glance at Nick and then at Ren. He’s watching me with a pouty expression. “Sorry.” I cringe. Way to make a great impression.
“You’ve got to forgive Nora,” Wulf says. “Henry kidnapped her and tried to claim her as a mate. I think she’s already had more than enough seduction for one night.”
More like for a lifetime, but I don’t bother explaining my unique effect on people. Ren’s eyebrows hit the ceiling, and his smile comes back. “Ah. Henry was trying to woo you, was he?”
I force a nod. “Something like that.”
“Well, I suppose I can understand your distress being kidnapped and all, but honey, how on Earth did you resist that man?”
Henry gives me a smug smile until Ren says, “Mmm. I’d love to get my hands on that body just once.” He closes his eyes and shudders. It’s not the same shiver I get when I think of the master vampire. Not at all.
When Henry hisses, Ren rolls his eyes and flashes me another bright smile. “Anyway. It’s wonderful to meet you, Nora. And yes, the gorgeous Mr. Gorgeous here is correct. You don’t have to worry about me coming after you. We can just skip all that awkwardness and be great friends from the start.”
He’s kind of funny. And he’s gay. Which works for me. “Sure. Besties from the get-go.” I shake my head. “A gay incubus. That’s…interesting.”
“I like to think so. It’s fun, too, because great gaydar seems to come with the package. I like to find the ones who are unsure and teetering on the edge or conflicted about it, you know? The denial cases. Then I pull ’em right over that fence and rock their gay worlds so hard. First timers are yummy. All those suppressed hormones finally getting set free…” He takes a deep, sensual breath and licks his lips.
I snort. “So, then, you’re telling me Nick is on the fence with his sexuality?”
Nick cocks an eyebrow at me and folds his arms across his chest. Ren flashes me a smile so pretty my heart skips a beat. Honestly, gay or not, I just don’t think the man can help himself. “Well, no,” he admits. “I might have a little bit of a crush where he’s concerned.”
I glance back at Nick just in time to catch his annoyed eye roll, and can’t help smirking. “I guess I can’t blame you there. He’s a hottie and seems like an all right guy—he was definitely my hero tonight.” Nick’s lips start to twitch up into a smile, until I grin at Ren and say, “I’m pulling for you, friend. Really hope it works out for you guys one day. You’d make one hell of a sexy duo.”
Ren’s face lights up at the prospect. “I know, right?”