Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 48567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
I’m an idiot.
“How could I ever forget calling you a prostitute for wanting money for sex?”
Tears fill her eyes, but she still meets my gaze.
“May I be excused now, sir? Or are you not satisfied enough with my performance?”
It cuts deep and still it’s my fault for taking it this way, for making it this way. I jerk away from her and growl again.
“Be at the office in an hour. And make my latte decaf.”
She snorts and shoves by me.
“Right, because the last thing we need is a werewolf on a caffeine trip, throwing desks everywhere, people, pencils..”
"I can hear you!”
She grabs a towel and wraps it around her body.
“You were meant to, asshole.”
Ava walks toward the door, then looks over her shoulder and raises her middle finger.
“You’re welcome, by the way, for saving your life.”
I snort out a laugh.
“Yeah okay, you’re welcome, by the way, for rocking your world!”
Idiot. Someone run me over with my car immediately before I lay down in oncoming traffic.
She presses her lips together like she’s trying not to laugh.
“Laugh and I swear I’ll fire you and throw you out into the streets.”
Her one eyebrow crooks up, she opens her towel and shows me her perfect tit.
“Yeah, I don’t think so, PIMP!”
She runs out of the bathroom.
I know I’m in over my head when my apartment feels empty again, when I feel alone and sad, when I almost prefer the pain of the full moon, over the loss of her presence.
· · ·
The rest of the day is pure hell, do I need to actually pin her against the wall with my dick? No. No, I do not. The moon isn’t even up yet.
Do I want to? Absolutely, yes. The fantasies going through my head are not work appropriate or even human appropriate.
I’m on edge, grumpy as she would say, and I have to go to therapy in a few minutes.
I'm close to banging my head against my own table when Gabe walks in, sniffs the air, takes a look at me, and says, “Well, someone had a good night last night, did you want to share details during the board meeting, I think it might scandalize Jim, remember last Christmas when we sent him that sexy Holiday-gram, guy wanted to be swallowed hole, to be honest I was worried he was going to go to the roof and make the jump. I mean, naturally, we would have stopped him, but he can blush.”
I pound my fist against the desk and then take a soothing breath.
“He’s probably a virgin.”
“Oh!” Gabe walks up to me with arms wide.
“This reminds me, should we celebrate? Get a cake? Maybe with a giant no longer a V message on it? I feel like it’s a special moment in every young man’s life when—“
"—I’ll kill you.” I bang my head against my desk again.
“And then I’ll find a way to time travel and kill you again. This is all your fault. You hired her.”
"Sorry to interrupt.” Ava’s shaking when she walks in. Shit, I messed up again, will the screw-ups never stop happening?
“I just need you to sign these.” Her heels click against the floor as she brings the documents to me. I try as hard as I can to will myself to pull them from her grip gently, but she holds on tightly, like she’s pissed at me.
Our eyes lock.
Oh shit, she is pissed. I jerk the papers away.
“It’s not what you think.”
"Oh, it’s exactly what I think, your whore will be ready tonight, I hope you are, because I’m about to get violent.”
Gabe curses under his breath.
“Asshole still gets everything.”
"What was that?” Ava turns her evil glare toward him, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Gabe pale so fast in my entire life and he’s a fucking shapeshifter.
Gabe actually bows, no idea where that came from.
“My apologies, I was just teasing him about losing his V-card, has nothing to do with you, I mean it does have something to do with you, but in a roundabout oh-it-was-you way and clearly this isn’t work appropriate. I apologize, I tend to talk too much when I—“
"—Gabe.”
“Yes?”
“Go.”
“Right away.”
The man left without question.
"So.” I sigh.
“I have my therapy session in a bit.”
“Good for you.” Ava smiles politely.
“Once you’re done with the documents, I’ll send them in, oh and can I leave early tonight? Just by a few minutes.”
I frown, something doesn’t sit well with this question.
“I don’t mind, but be at my place by eight.”
She checks her watch.
“Don’t worry, it’s just a quick drink.”
I drum my fingertips on the desktop, then run both hands through my thick hair.
“A drink, with who? Girlfriends? Landlord? Homeless person?”
She shakes her head.
“You really are a jackass, you know I have no friends, and you’re my landlord, you prick!” She takes what looks like a soothing breath.
“Xavier asked me to text him, he’s taking me out for drinks tonight to celebrate becoming a whore.”