urged.
Her violent brand of love was not something she recommended given his fragile human status.
She‘d maim him at the least, kill him at the worst.
The best thing she could do for him was walk away. Now, if she could only find the words to make him understand.
I am, of course, assuming he’ll have an issue about us parting ways. Heck, for all I know, I was just a fun conference fuck. But she knew better. She saw how he watched her and came to life when she was near.
With a curse, she zipped her suitcase shut as Anthony strode out just wearing a towel around his hips while he used a smaller one to dry his hair.
―Thanks for letting me use your shower,‖
he said softly. ―Weird how the plumbing in mine got all messed up. So, what‘s the plan?‖
It was her turn to end up tongue tied.
―Um, my cab is coming in about twenty minutes, so I need to get downstairs.‖
Anthony peeked at the clock. ―Shoot, my boss‘s limo will be arriving in fifteen. I better get a move on. Wait for me, we‘ll go down together.‖
He dashed through the adjoining door and she heard the sounds of him rapidly packing, their last sweet love making session this morning having put them both behind schedule. The minutes to their departure crept by quickly, and it was in silence that they left their rooms with suitcases rolling behind them to the elevator.
Anthony wore what she liked to call his pensive face, his head slightly dropped as he tumbled a thought over in his mind. When the elevator doors closed behind them, on impulse she dropped her suitcase handle and pressed herself against him, her mouth seeking his hotly.
He returned her embrace fiercely, his timidity of the first day, completely vanished.
The bell dinged and the doors slid open.
Lexie broke off the kiss and grasped her suitcase before she stepped out. She immediately noticed Frederick‘s men—Lycans like her—waiting by the glass doors and her stomach plummeted. The geek job was officially over.
Her throat tight for some strange reason, she gave Anthony a smile that shone perhaps a tad too bright and managed a low, ―Thanks for everything. Bye.‖
She turned and began to walk. Of course, escape wasn‘t that easy.
―I want to see you again.‖
Lexie froze mid step. Despite her half-baked theory this was just a weekend thing for him, she‘d—hoped—expected this. With his simple statement, he dangled temptation before her, and for a moment she reacted; her body tingled in pleasure, her heart stuttered and her mind screamed ‗Yes, I want to be with you, too‘.
Then reality intruded as she reminded herself, he was simply a job. Fun as the sex had been, they both had their lives to return to. He to his lab, and her to, well, doing whatever paid the bills in between full moons.
She turned back to face him, steeling her face and resolve. ―I can‘t.‖
―Why not? I-I thought we had something going.‖ His face showed bewilderment.
―The sex was great, thank you.‖ Her cheeks warmed as did her pussy. ―Very fun, but really, you can‘t tell me you expected this to continue beyond the conference? You‘ve got your work you need to get back to and I‘ve got a life, too.‖
She hated the hurt and confusion clouding his blue eyes, but he‘d get over it. And once she got back to her home and day to day world, she would as well.
―But—‖
―It was nice knowing you.‖ She turned to walk away and, to her shock, her eyes brimmed wetly. However, tears and a strangely aching heart didn‘t prevent her from scenting the danger. She recognized the distinct odor of Fae.
She whirled back around screaming,
―Duck.‖ But her sweet geek regarded her with incomprehension, so she did the only thing possible. She dashed toward him, and when the Fae assassin stepped from behind the column in the lobby, she dove in front of Anthony whose eyes widened even as he still didn‘t recognize the danger.
The missile hit her in upper chest, splitting open her
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