I entered my room in a daze, had Adam known? No, no—he'd been just as distraught as I'd been. I wanted to cry, to scream at those who could have stopped what I had done—I'd taken a fucking life! I walked to the small cherry wood dresser I'd brought from the Guild and tried to find something clean to wear to bed and gave up with a sigh when I found the drawer empty. I missed the Guild's laundress, it beat doing my own laundry any day.
I could still smell sulfur and ash on my skin. And Fae. The bathroom was an ugly olive green from the seventies, but at least the water worked. Who cared what it looked like? Rent was cheap and unlike the other places that we could afford, this one was close to the Guild.
I turned the water on, watching the steam curl around to lick my skin gently and beads of condensation forming over my hand. I closed my eyes, but the instant I closed them, all I could see was a devastatingly primal pair of golden eyes.
It was like he was watching me, as if the Fae Prince was sitting inside my bathroom! I instantly opened my eyes and started to strip down to nothing. It didn't take much, he'd trashed most of my clothes and in my haste to redress I had only ripped them more. The entire walk home had been one of shame.
I sank into the water, letting a blissful sigh steal from my kiss swollen lips. Freaking Fae had made them puffy and I'd be damned if I hadn't enjoyed it. Sparks had flown from his touch, the fire he'd created inside of me and the feelings I'd felt were dangerous and exciting. It was why they were considered the most deadly of the Otherworld. They could make you like it as they fucked you to death.
I let my nose sink beneath the water, holding my breath as the heat from the bath blistered across my lips, hoping it would erase his taste and touch—only it didn't. The moment I popped back up, I could still feel it. His kiss, his mouth, his fucking taste. My traitorous body wanted more, my mind wanted him dead.
I quickly washed, ignoring the darkness of the dimly lit bathroom and ugly green walls. After I was done scrubbing my skin raw to get his touch from my skin—still unsuccessfully, I growled and got out. I looked in the mirror and noticed I was bruised below one eye, more than likely from fighting against him. Thankfully I heal quickly—it was some sort of running joke within the Guild that Adam and I should been brother and sister in truth as we healed much faster than the others. My azure blue eyes were too bright from using magic. My normally platinum blonde hair was a few shades darker when wet, making my skin look pasty white.
It wasn't as if I had a lot of spare time for tanning though, my spare time was used for reading so that I could escape from reality for however much time I could. This was never enough, in my opinion. I turned while wrapping the towel around my body and picking up to discard my clothes in the trash.
I groaned, frustrated with how today had turned out. I'd killed a fellow Guild member. Sure, I'd passed their sick little fucked upped test, but I didn't want the job. I hated the Fae and everything about them stunk in my book. I wanted nothing to do with them. I left the bathroom, ignoring Adam as he entered the small apartment, leaving Larissa to deal with him since all I wanted to do was sleep and forget. Tomorrow I had a job to lose.
Six
I awoke to a disturbance, something was inside my room. I pulled the eye cover I used to sleep off of my face and screamed. Golden eyes looked over at me from next to me! "Get the fuck out of my bed!" I growled sitting up before remembering I'd fallen asleep naked.
"You're late. I do not accept tardiness, Synthia."
"Fire me, please." I grumbled trying to pull the covers from beneath him to wrap myself up for modesty sake. It was like tugging a blanket from beneath a solid boulder. "You mind?" I asked after a moment noticing there was no way to get up without him seeing me in the buff.
He sat up, resting his long frame on the duvet. His eyes flickered over the top of my breasts where I had been unable to move the blanket to cover them, lingering a brief second before he stood and moved to look out the single window inside my room.
"Stunning view," he said after a quick inspection of the building across from our own. Yeah, it was crappy, but again rent was cheap. It was something he had probably never seen...rich boy's had way better views.
He kept his back to me, I studied it briefly. His suit was black and hugged his form well enough that I could just make out every muscle in his ass—.
He turned, those damn disturbing eyes smiling as if he had followed where my mind had gone. I glared as I finally managed to bring the covers up far enough to cover myself. I wanted to pull it over my head completely and die from suffocation, which would be better than working for him.
"My car is downstairs, you have exactly ten minutes to be down and inside of it, or I will be back up to dress you myself. I do not like to be kept waiting, nor will I stand for you to be late again."
I raised my brow line and allowed my lips to curve into a small smirk. "You think you could Fairy boy—"