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prepared."
She blinked a few times and then walked past me. She waved a hand over her shoulder. "Good luck with... whatever it is you've got going on. I'll hit up another club for tonight. Plenty of hot fish in the sea."
Well, that was done. I slid on the white leather and checked myself out in the mirror. Not a perfect match, but I doubted he'd be able to tell the difference with how blurry his eyes were.
"Here goes nothing." I ignored the group of girls giving me funny looks a few sinks over and exited the bathroom. I made a beeline for Owen's table, not giving myself a chance to overthink what I was doing. This was a good plan. And the jacket fit okay . Losing that money had hurt, but it wasn't the most I'd ever paid for a book.
Owen looked up as I neared the table. He grinned sloppily and patted the bench seat. So far so good. I slid into the booth. Alcohol made it more difficult for some fae to keep their magic reined in, and truthfully, some people never put much effort into keeping their magic to themselves anyway. Whatever the case, Owen's magic filled the booth, and I was assaulted with the scent— hot metal and cinnamon. "Dragon," I grumbled under my breath. "I should have known."
"Sorry?" he slurred.
"Nothing." I gave him the biggest, dopiest smile I had. He wouldn't care.
"No. You said something." He leaned even closer, which I hadn't thought possible. The alcohol on his breath didn't cover the smell of onion rings, and none of it did anything to mask his magic. "I wanna know what you said."
Of course he did. I wasn't about to ruin my chances by talking. Instead, I did the only thing I could come up with, the thing I thought his previous date would have done. I pressed myself against him and kissed him hard on the mouth. If he had a moment of shock, I didn't sense it. His tongue explored with fervor. The alcohol and onion I'd smelled earlier were nowhere to be found. Owen was all magic. C innamon washed over my tongue and I let out an involuntary groan. Why hadn't anybody ever told me how good dragons taste? Maybe it wasn't all dragons, just this one, because the cinnamon thing was new.
The kiss went on far longer than I had planned, and when he broke it, we were both panting for breath.
"You ready to get out of here?" he asked.
Afraid my voice would give me away, I nodded and slid out of the booth. When he had trouble getting out of the squishy seat, I took his hands and pulled him to his feet. He swayed drunkenly and then grabbed my ass. Before I gave myself time to consider how I felt about that in terms of the whole fake-seduction thing, I said, "No," and swatted his hand away. I'd never let a boyfriend do that in public.
I expected him to say something awful, or to say it was okay and then grab me again, but instead he put a little distance between us and said, "I'm sorry. With the way you grabbed me earlier, I thought... never mind what I thought. Did you still wanna go? We can hang out here."
He waited there patiently.
"Yeah, yes. Let's go." I stepped toward the door.
"Not that way," he said. "I've got another way out of here." He put his hand in mine and watched my face for permission. When I nodded, he pulled me toward a door marked "Staff Only".
I wondered where he was taking us. If he didn't take me to his place, what would I do? This had been the plan, but it didn't seem so smart now that it was in action. I was following some dragon to an unknown location. How was I supposed to figure out if this was the place with the book I needed? I should have asked Ava more questions when I had the chance. No, I should have followed this guy to his place, knocked him out, and dragged him in. No, I should have—
"I have a personal portal in my office." He pointed vaguely ahead of us, unaware of the dialogue I was having with my anxiety. "It leads directly back to my house." He gave me a sly look, only slightly marred by the lack of focus in his drunken gaze. I was no expert, but it seemed like
She blinked a few times and then walked past me. She waved a hand over her shoulder. "Good luck with... whatever it is you've got going on. I'll hit up another club for tonight. Plenty of hot fish in the sea."
Well, that was done. I slid on the white leather and checked myself out in the mirror. Not a perfect match, but I doubted he'd be able to tell the difference with how blurry his eyes were.
"Here goes nothing." I ignored the group of girls giving me funny looks a few sinks over and exited the bathroom. I made a beeline for Owen's table, not giving myself a chance to overthink what I was doing. This was a good plan. And the jacket fit okay . Losing that money had hurt, but it wasn't the most I'd ever paid for a book.
Owen looked up as I neared the table. He grinned sloppily and patted the bench seat. So far so good. I slid into the booth. Alcohol made it more difficult for some fae to keep their magic reined in, and truthfully, some people never put much effort into keeping their magic to themselves anyway. Whatever the case, Owen's magic filled the booth, and I was assaulted with the scent— hot metal and cinnamon. "Dragon," I grumbled under my breath. "I should have known."
"Sorry?" he slurred.
"Nothing." I gave him the biggest, dopiest smile I had. He wouldn't care.
"No. You said something." He leaned even closer, which I hadn't thought possible. The alcohol on his breath didn't cover the smell of onion rings, and none of it did anything to mask his magic. "I wanna know what you said."
Of course he did. I wasn't about to ruin my chances by talking. Instead, I did the only thing I could come up with, the thing I thought his previous date would have done. I pressed myself against him and kissed him hard on the mouth. If he had a moment of shock, I didn't sense it. His tongue explored with fervor. The alcohol and onion I'd smelled earlier were nowhere to be found. Owen was all magic. C innamon washed over my tongue and I let out an involuntary groan. Why hadn't anybody ever told me how good dragons taste? Maybe it wasn't all dragons, just this one, because the cinnamon thing was new.
The kiss went on far longer than I had planned, and when he broke it, we were both panting for breath.
"You ready to get out of here?" he asked.
Afraid my voice would give me away, I nodded and slid out of the booth. When he had trouble getting out of the squishy seat, I took his hands and pulled him to his feet. He swayed drunkenly and then grabbed my ass. Before I gave myself time to consider how I felt about that in terms of the whole fake-seduction thing, I said, "No," and swatted his hand away. I'd never let a boyfriend do that in public.
I expected him to say something awful, or to say it was okay and then grab me again, but instead he put a little distance between us and said, "I'm sorry. With the way you grabbed me earlier, I thought... never mind what I thought. Did you still wanna go? We can hang out here."
He waited there patiently.
"Yeah, yes. Let's go." I stepped toward the door.
"Not that way," he said. "I've got another way out of here." He put his hand in mine and watched my face for permission. When I nodded, he pulled me toward a door marked "Staff Only".
I wondered where he was taking us. If he didn't take me to his place, what would I do? This had been the plan, but it didn't seem so smart now that it was in action. I was following some dragon to an unknown location. How was I supposed to figure out if this was the place with the book I needed? I should have asked Ava more questions when I had the chance. No, I should have followed this guy to his place, knocked him out, and dragged him in. No, I should have—
"I have a personal portal in my office." He pointed vaguely ahead of us, unaware of the dialogue I was having with my anxiety. "It leads directly back to my house." He gave me a sly look, only slightly marred by the lack of focus in his drunken gaze. I was no expert, but it seemed like
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