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with an aching prick in her head. He didn’t budge. As he’d grown in
height and build he must’ve grown in strength too. She kept forgetting that he
was an alpha and a full grown man.
“You need the hangover cure.” Raulf picked up the
vile-smelling, gross-looking liquid Miss Suzette had concocted in batches for
the women this morning. The smell made her want to wretch.
“Come on now, cher . Be a good vampire and drink the
stuff,” Raulf urged. “It’ll help the sick feeling and the headache.”
Anais narrowed her eyes at Raulf, “I’m onto you. I’ve seen
the others, you included, try – I repeat, try – to drink that stuff. No amount
of ‘ cher -ring’ me’s gonna get me to swallow that!” She pointed at ‘the
hangover cure’ as Miss Suzette had labeled it.
“And it worked for us.” Raulf pulled out the trump card,
“You need to be at your best to deal with your witch guests.”
“You play dirty,” Anais growled louder in frustration, and
moved slowly, very, very slowly into an upright position so that she rested
against the head board. The pillows uncomfortably bundled in the small of her
back hardly registered with the hangover as its competitor for discomfort.
“Okay, I’ll drink the stuff and then you go. Deal?”
“No deal,” Raulf shook his head sympathetically. “I’m under
strict orders from Miss Suzette. She’s tending to the others and I’m to stay
here, see that you drink the yummy cure and then have some toast and tea before
you go back to sleep. She’s got her hands full and wanted one on one attention
for you because of your new job as witch-sitter.” He smirked and she glared.
“And I’m the happy nurse.”
“Fuck off, Raulf,” The brute was enjoying her current situation.
As soon as she felt better she was going to whack him over the head a few times
to see if it improved the workings of his grey matter!
Raulf tsked, “Such a dirty mouth. Be nice or I’ll force-feed
it to you – I’d rather you be pissed off with me than my aunt.”
“Oh, give me the darn stuff. If it helps me get rid of you
and get back to sleep, it will be worth it.”
His lips curved, “You’re entertaining when you don’t feel
great.” Seeing a retort about to escape her lips, he held up his hands in
surrender, “Truce. I’m sorry for ragging you. Let’s get that stuff into you.”
He came slowly forward and gave her the brew, sip by wretched sip so she didn’t
bring it all up over her Egyptian cotton bedding. Anais was touched by his
gentleness, so she dutifully complied with his administrations.
“It should only take a few minutes to help the worst of the
hangover,” he offered that hope. “I think we should wait for half an hour and
then you can have the toast and tea.”
Anais shimmied down under the sheets again “Don’t talk about
food. Makes me want to puke.”
She was utterly adorable when grumpy and as cute as it was,
he was worried. She’d been grumpy a lot lately and it wasn’t like her at all.
It gnawed at him. He didn’t want one of his best friends in the world to be so
bogged down emotionally. “Flip over, Anais, I’ll give you a massage. It will
help those stiff muscles I felt yesterday and relax you while the brew works.”
God, what was he doing? It was hard enough to see her looking all rumpled and
sexy in her underwear and now he volunteered to platonically put his hands on
her – fucking masochist!
Half-way through the turn, she realized her state of
undress. Blushing, she pulled the sheets up to her chin. “Sorry, I didn’t
realise I was in my underwear. I guess I was too out of it last night to get
into PJ’s.”
Raulf chuckled, “I’m not sorry. It’s a view a guy can
appreciate.” He gently nudged her on her side. “Turn around, let me help you
relax.” At her hesitance to let go of the sheet, he tugged it gently. “I’ve
already seen what’s there before you pulled the sheet up so don’t be a prude.”
“I’m not a
height and build he must’ve grown in strength too. She kept forgetting that he
was an alpha and a full grown man.
“You need the hangover cure.” Raulf picked up the
vile-smelling, gross-looking liquid Miss Suzette had concocted in batches for
the women this morning. The smell made her want to wretch.
“Come on now, cher . Be a good vampire and drink the
stuff,” Raulf urged. “It’ll help the sick feeling and the headache.”
Anais narrowed her eyes at Raulf, “I’m onto you. I’ve seen
the others, you included, try – I repeat, try – to drink that stuff. No amount
of ‘ cher -ring’ me’s gonna get me to swallow that!” She pointed at ‘the
hangover cure’ as Miss Suzette had labeled it.
“And it worked for us.” Raulf pulled out the trump card,
“You need to be at your best to deal with your witch guests.”
“You play dirty,” Anais growled louder in frustration, and
moved slowly, very, very slowly into an upright position so that she rested
against the head board. The pillows uncomfortably bundled in the small of her
back hardly registered with the hangover as its competitor for discomfort.
“Okay, I’ll drink the stuff and then you go. Deal?”
“No deal,” Raulf shook his head sympathetically. “I’m under
strict orders from Miss Suzette. She’s tending to the others and I’m to stay
here, see that you drink the yummy cure and then have some toast and tea before
you go back to sleep. She’s got her hands full and wanted one on one attention
for you because of your new job as witch-sitter.” He smirked and she glared.
“And I’m the happy nurse.”
“Fuck off, Raulf,” The brute was enjoying her current situation.
As soon as she felt better she was going to whack him over the head a few times
to see if it improved the workings of his grey matter!
Raulf tsked, “Such a dirty mouth. Be nice or I’ll force-feed
it to you – I’d rather you be pissed off with me than my aunt.”
“Oh, give me the darn stuff. If it helps me get rid of you
and get back to sleep, it will be worth it.”
His lips curved, “You’re entertaining when you don’t feel
great.” Seeing a retort about to escape her lips, he held up his hands in
surrender, “Truce. I’m sorry for ragging you. Let’s get that stuff into you.”
He came slowly forward and gave her the brew, sip by wretched sip so she didn’t
bring it all up over her Egyptian cotton bedding. Anais was touched by his
gentleness, so she dutifully complied with his administrations.
“It should only take a few minutes to help the worst of the
hangover,” he offered that hope. “I think we should wait for half an hour and
then you can have the toast and tea.”
Anais shimmied down under the sheets again “Don’t talk about
food. Makes me want to puke.”
She was utterly adorable when grumpy and as cute as it was,
he was worried. She’d been grumpy a lot lately and it wasn’t like her at all.
It gnawed at him. He didn’t want one of his best friends in the world to be so
bogged down emotionally. “Flip over, Anais, I’ll give you a massage. It will
help those stiff muscles I felt yesterday and relax you while the brew works.”
God, what was he doing? It was hard enough to see her looking all rumpled and
sexy in her underwear and now he volunteered to platonically put his hands on
her – fucking masochist!
Half-way through the turn, she realized her state of
undress. Blushing, she pulled the sheets up to her chin. “Sorry, I didn’t
realise I was in my underwear. I guess I was too out of it last night to get
into PJ’s.”
Raulf chuckled, “I’m not sorry. It’s a view a guy can
appreciate.” He gently nudged her on her side. “Turn around, let me help you
relax.” At her hesitance to let go of the sheet, he tugged it gently. “I’ve
already seen what’s there before you pulled the sheet up so don’t be a prude.”
“I’m not a
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