“And much more, if you like,” his smirk was all teeth.
If I hadn’t planned on him falling for my act I’d be tempted to kick him into next week. I pretended to consider it for a moment, my teeth pulling at the fleshy part of my lip. “Are you sure we won’t get in trouble? I would hate to get kicked out,” I fussed, twirling a stray lock of my hair around my You Only Live Once OPI painted fingernails.
He smiled, his gorgeous chocolate, brown eyes lighting up at my uneasy performance. He was tall and well-muscled. His black pinstriped suit made him look older than most of the Fae normally did. His thick auburn hair sat in silky spikes along his forehead framing his beautiful face. “Mmm, I promise you won’t get in trouble. I’ll take good care of you.”
Oh I just bet you would lover boy!
I smiled wider and agreed. He took me silently down a hall, through another corridor and into what looked like a lounge of some sort.
The room held a long cream-colored couch and rich chocolate brown walls. The carpet was plush, extravagant and a matching brown.
“This room is where the Prince holds more intimate meetings,” he said.
“Seriously?” I asked letting the pleasure of the room show on my face. It really was a beautiful room with its rich, natural colors.
“My name is Dristan. Yours is?” He asked, his eyes roving up my covered body. I removed my coat, letting his eyes travel over the tight black tank top I had worn today.
“Angelica,” I whispered nervously, playing it up.
He moved closer, his hand reaching for the jacket I still held in my hands. He gave me a reassuring smile, as if I had no clue on his intentions. “You're beautiful. One would almost confuse your beauty for that of a Fae.”
“Really?” I beamed.
“May I touch you?” He asked, his words sent alarm bells off inside my head…but I needed him close to me.
“I—I don’t know—”
“I don’t bite, I promise,” he said moving over and touching my arm.
He ran his long fingers over my forearm, moving up slowly. I gave a small shaky laugh, as my hand sank into the pocket of my jacket finding the small flat piece of magic vellum. “Your eyes are beautiful Dristan,” I said blinking slowly, as he allowed his eyes to change. The chocolate brown turned into a mass of lime green, outlined by a deep emerald.
All Fae had double colored eyes and the ability to shield them when need arose. He smiled as my eyes grew wide from the true beauty of his. “I want you to see me, all of me,” he replied roughly cueing me that it was time to move before I ended up as his dinner.
Fae were of the few creatures to feed from emotions. They had come to the human world since humans had emotions in abundance, unlike the other Otherworld creatures. The Fae's preferred method to generate the highest emotion in humans was through sex. Seems there was some truth to those old stories about Succubi and Incubi and the Fae not only consumed emotions—they could also take all or part of the soul while feeding.
“You're beautiful,” I inched closer, as if I was being drawn in by his Otherworld attributes as some women were. I raised my hand, touching his cheek and almost smiled as he tried for a seductive smile—and failed. The hand holding the vellum came up and softly planted it on his neck before I allowed him to kiss me.
His lips were soft, his kiss gentle. He pushed me gently towards the couch fully thinking he had me where he wanted me. His hands pulled against my skirt and I let him since I was ditching it soon anyways.
His mouth started going slack and his voice murmured like he had been over-indulging in spirits. “Somnus,” I whispered sealing the spell on the vellum against his neck with the Latin word for sleep.
I held his hand and it dropped like a rock. I stood scanning for camera’s knowing there wouldn’t be any placed where the Dark Prince held his personal meetings. Someone should tell the Fae that being secretive wasn’t always a good thing.
I moved, pushing the sleeping Fae from my body and removed the skirt revealing black spandex shorts. It matched the skintight tank top I had allowed him to see. I quickly pulled my hair up and then removed the extra garments tossing them into a wastebasket along with the purse and speaking three words barely above a whisper. "Exussum," I whispered the word for burn.
“Syn, you still with us?” Adam’s voice was loud inside my ear, but it pushed away the small ripple of fear that was encroaching into my stomach at the job I had ahead of me.
“Copy that Adam, it’s raining men,” I whispered with a smirk on my ruby red lips.
“Next floor, twenty minutes on the clock.” Adam replied.