The knock sounded again only harder this time than before. Who could be bothering her at this time of the night, at least she thought it was night. Who could tell with the extended darkness at this time of the year?
Penelope pulled open the door and had to hold tight to the handle to remain standing. He was back. Her brilliantly, blue-haired beauty and he’d brought a friend—a bear of a man with peace and knowledge in his eyes.
“Hello, stranger,” She snarked, looking out at the duo through the slightest of cracks. “Do you need something, or are you lost?”
“Ah, my Sheila has claws and knows how to use them it would seem.” His lip curled up at the corner and had a definite effect on her well-being—an effect that hit her low and had lusty intents. She would love to watch this man do anything and everything.
“Sheila, huh.” With that accent he could call her the worst names and still not offend, but it wouldn’t do to let him know that. No she needed to channel her inner domme here… “I think I like Mistress better; at least from someone with…”
“My name is Burgess, beauty.” He reached right through the crack and ran a warm finger down the side of her cheek, setting the tiny nerves that lay beneath to tingling and sending prickles of pleasure clear to the tips of her toes. “Burgess King, now may we come inside?”
Well blast. He’d turned her game right around on her.
“Come on in then.” Penelope pulled at the door, widening it further so that they could come inside. Her luxurious suite soon became as roomy as a gilded cage with one tiny swing. “Wow, never let it be said that you gentlemen couldn’t hold a captive audience.”
“We overwhelm you, my colorful bird, and for that I apologize. I am Tongson and I have need of your special spirit.”
“Mr. Tongson.” Penelope reached out her hand, hoping her surprise didn’t show at his use of colorful bird. Very few beings could place her origins, but this one could. Did that make him an adversary or an advocate? “No apologies are necessary as I have no clue as to what this special spirit is of which you speak.”
The strange man lifted his head, breathing deeply before looking her way again.
“The young mink has found his way into your care then?”
Daniel? Why would this man be interested in her little apẻritif? “Yes, he is here and shall remain here…”
“Good, he needs what you, the both of you, can show him.”
“You see, our young mink is on the cusp of a revelation about himself and his role with some friends of mine. Unfortunately, I am not in the position to apply the final lesson to this needy young man, but my visions tell me that you two are.”
“Crikey, Tongs…skip the cryptic and get to the point will ya. How can we help this bloke?”
Penelope agreed, they were wasting time, but the look in Mr. Tongson’s eye told her he had said all he would on the subject. What came next would be up to her and Burgess.
And you would be right about that, Prudence Penelope Peaparrot. Take care of these two and you shall reap a very unexpected benefit.
Penelope was shocked to hear Tongson’s words whispered gently in to her head. Clearly, he was a special creature.
“Aussie, Ms. Jorgensson,” Mr. Tongson murmured, using the name she’d never given him with a twinkle in his eye. “Pleasant dreams.”