Friday, December 14, 2012
The Perfect Job...
Cami watched the workers exit the clinic one at a time, each leaving in a different mode of transport. Seven o’clock on the dot per her watch and now it was time for her to enter. What service would Leo require of her in order to obtain the cloak? Surely it would be sexual if the size of his stones were any indication.
“Hell, how could I have missed them with that quick peek under his kilt?”
“Sheee…gah dang!” Cami whipped around not expecting a response to her question and especially from the man whose stones were in question.
“Interesting way of not swearing, Cami Ann…” The twinkle in his made her wonder if he’d actually prefer to hear a few choice words pass her lips. “…tea?”
Steam rose from the cardboard cup he held out to her. Her heart thunked against her ribs with both gratitude and fear. Sure it was nice of him to get her a drink, even one she disliked, but what was he buttering her up for?
“N-no thank you.”
“It’s good for you. Antioxidants and all that, plus I had Marissa add a touch of dried cranberry and raspberry to the Cami-omile while brewing for a sweeter taste. Try it for me, lass.”
“Aah, I don’t think that’s how it’s pronounced.” She twittered, like an embarrassed school girl rather than a grown woman and wolf to boot.
“Well, I prefer to think of it as your drink, so I’ll keep saying it just the way I like. Now taste.”
Cami blushed clear to her toes. How could she not after all the work he put into getting it for her and the outrageous compliment. At first she wasn’t sure, but several sips later she considered herself almost a fan.
“It’s not bad.”
“Good, tomorrow I’ll add a Raspberry white chocolate scone to the order just to watch your taste buds explode with pleasure.”
Cami crossed the street at his urging wondering what else would be exploding today and could she bear for him to watch…
The aroused panic on Cami’s face was worth price he’d paid to be on hand to see it. For a hundred bucks and promise of discounted flea dips to Marissa’s family, she’d kept her eye out for his prey. The cups of tea were a bonus he used shamelessly.
“Shall we?” He prompted her movement forward with a hand on her back. No way would he let her chicken out now that he had her so close.
“Trust me, Cami Ann, I have the perfect job all lined up for you just through those doors. You won’t want to miss it.”
Nor would he want to miss her showering the batch of motherless wolf cubs, abandoned on the steps of the Talbot’s Peak Pet Shop, with her endearing capacity to love.
“Really? What will this perfect job entail?”
Leo knew without the right ice breaker today would be lost when she ran for the hills, but still he couldn’t stop himself from teasing her just a little. “Oh, kneeling for sure. Lots of stroking and gentle kisses on the head is a must.”