quickly, looking for a phone number or some piece of information that might give him a clue. One of the cards stood out from the rest, in bold red print.
NO MATTER WHAT, DO NOT ALLOW YOURSELF TO GET EMOTIONALLY
ATTACHED TO YOUR CHARGE.
He put the cards back in the one pocket then dug his hand into the other. His heart sank as he fished around, but just as he was about to give up, his hand brushed something warm. What he pulled out was puzzling. An intricate, gold writing utensil that looked like it was worth a fortune. But there was something strange about it. While it appeared to be antique, it had a glow, the pristine sheen of something that had never been touched before. And the heat of it—not hot exactly, but far too warm to the touch for a metal object that had been sitting in a pocket under his couch—made it feel almost alive.
56
Naughty Godmother
A buzzing filled his head as he stared at the pen, his stomach bottoming out as he lifted his thumb to depress the button on the back.
He held his breath. Time seemed suspended as he waited for…something magical
to happen.
Nothing did.
He let out his breath in a rush.
What an idiot. After one night you’re so whipped, the girl has you believing she’s a flipping fairy, for fuck’s sake.
“Sorry I took so long, I was in the middle of— What the hell are you doing?”
The pen fell from Alex’s hand as he stared, blinked, then stared some more. A beautiful woman with sleek black hair stood before him, her cold dark eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“Where is she? If you’ve harmed her, it will not go well for you, Charge.” She kept her voice low and even, but the frank sincerity with which she delivered the threat was positively chilling.
“No, of course not. How did you get in here? And who the fuck are you?” This was surreal. Déjà vu. Hadn’t he said almost the very same thing to Holly?
Alex moved a hand to his arm and gave it a surreptitious pinch. Not dreaming.
“I’m Mila. And I’m here because you called me, you imbecile. Now answer the question. Where is she?” She uttered the last through clenched teeth and Alex had the distinct feeling he was walking on thin ice.
“I don’t know. I was looking for a way to find her so I went through her coat and found the pen. Do you work for the agency? You need to help me.”
She raised an imperious brow at him. “What agency?”
“The agency that books the strippers.”
Her hand flashed quick as a striking snake and a white bolt of light shot forward, nailing him square in the chest, knocking him on his ass.
57
Chloe Cole
Holy. Shit.
He sat, stunned, as he tried to get his breath back from his second apparent fairy attack in twenty-four hours.
Part of him was in shock. But then the other part had always known, somewhere deep down, that Holly was exactly what she said she was. She didn’t have it in her to lie like that. How he could know that about someone after only one day didn’t concern him. It was a fact. One he realized just a few hours too late.
”Watch what you say and mind your tone. I don’t know what happened here, but I’m certainly not going to be listening to insults or taking orders from a charge. And if Holly wanted to be found, you’d be able to find her.” She held out a hand. “Now give me the pen.”
“No can do.”
Her dark eyes turned almost black as her pupils dilated. “You can and you will.”
Alex almost blanched at her palpable fury. She clearly didn’t appreciate being toyed with. But if he let her take the pen and go, he knew without a doubt there was no chance of ever finding Holly again.
He steeled himself, for what, he didn’t know. “Just hear me out. I lied about who and what I was. But I want to make it up to her. I have feelings for her, strong feelings. I know that seems crazy after only one night, but it’s the truth. I need to tell her how sorry I am. Please.”
He wasn’t the begging type, but at that moment, he would have
NO MATTER WHAT, DO NOT ALLOW YOURSELF TO GET EMOTIONALLY
ATTACHED TO YOUR CHARGE.
He put the cards back in the one pocket then dug his hand into the other. His heart sank as he fished around, but just as he was about to give up, his hand brushed something warm. What he pulled out was puzzling. An intricate, gold writing utensil that looked like it was worth a fortune. But there was something strange about it. While it appeared to be antique, it had a glow, the pristine sheen of something that had never been touched before. And the heat of it—not hot exactly, but far too warm to the touch for a metal object that had been sitting in a pocket under his couch—made it feel almost alive.
56
Naughty Godmother
A buzzing filled his head as he stared at the pen, his stomach bottoming out as he lifted his thumb to depress the button on the back.
He held his breath. Time seemed suspended as he waited for…something magical
to happen.
Nothing did.
He let out his breath in a rush.
What an idiot. After one night you’re so whipped, the girl has you believing she’s a flipping fairy, for fuck’s sake.
“Sorry I took so long, I was in the middle of— What the hell are you doing?”
The pen fell from Alex’s hand as he stared, blinked, then stared some more. A beautiful woman with sleek black hair stood before him, her cold dark eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“Where is she? If you’ve harmed her, it will not go well for you, Charge.” She kept her voice low and even, but the frank sincerity with which she delivered the threat was positively chilling.
“No, of course not. How did you get in here? And who the fuck are you?” This was surreal. Déjà vu. Hadn’t he said almost the very same thing to Holly?
Alex moved a hand to his arm and gave it a surreptitious pinch. Not dreaming.
“I’m Mila. And I’m here because you called me, you imbecile. Now answer the question. Where is she?” She uttered the last through clenched teeth and Alex had the distinct feeling he was walking on thin ice.
“I don’t know. I was looking for a way to find her so I went through her coat and found the pen. Do you work for the agency? You need to help me.”
She raised an imperious brow at him. “What agency?”
“The agency that books the strippers.”
Her hand flashed quick as a striking snake and a white bolt of light shot forward, nailing him square in the chest, knocking him on his ass.
57
Chloe Cole
Holy. Shit.
He sat, stunned, as he tried to get his breath back from his second apparent fairy attack in twenty-four hours.
Part of him was in shock. But then the other part had always known, somewhere deep down, that Holly was exactly what she said she was. She didn’t have it in her to lie like that. How he could know that about someone after only one day didn’t concern him. It was a fact. One he realized just a few hours too late.
”Watch what you say and mind your tone. I don’t know what happened here, but I’m certainly not going to be listening to insults or taking orders from a charge. And if Holly wanted to be found, you’d be able to find her.” She held out a hand. “Now give me the pen.”
“No can do.”
Her dark eyes turned almost black as her pupils dilated. “You can and you will.”
Alex almost blanched at her palpable fury. She clearly didn’t appreciate being toyed with. But if he let her take the pen and go, he knew without a doubt there was no chance of ever finding Holly again.
He steeled himself, for what, he didn’t know. “Just hear me out. I lied about who and what I was. But I want to make it up to her. I have feelings for her, strong feelings. I know that seems crazy after only one night, but it’s the truth. I need to tell her how sorry I am. Please.”
He wasn’t the begging type, but at that moment, he would have
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