pocket. Another soft peck on the lips and she rushed away. “I’ll talk to you later.”
He watched her go all the way down the hall and through the glass doors. Cute ass, that he wanted to grab, swishing back and forth. A broad smile broke out on his face, and he turned to head back to his office, almost running over Claire in the process.
His smile dropped when he saw the scowl on her face. Nothing good could come of running into her. “Claire,” he said as politely as he could. One date, that’s all they’d had. And it was enough for him to know he didn’t want to see her again. It might have been the first time he realized dipping into the workplace dating pool was a fairly bad idea. But he didn’t think he’d run into her again. Satyr was big enough to where that was possible.
“I see you like the fresh meat, Colby,” she sneered. It was beyond unattractive.
“Don’t be ugly, Claire.”
She bulldozed over him like she hadn’t heard him. A French-tipped nail ran down his chest. He grabbed her wrist, stopping her from touching him. A small thread of revulsion crept through his veins. “Did you run out of decent women? Think she’s an easy lay? You know you could have me if you’d put a little effort in.”
“Claire, I told you, I’m not interested.” Colby dropped her hand, but she didn’t get the message.
Claire snorted, her eyes flickering down quickly. He knew she’d caught sight of Ella’s number on his arm. Though, with his luck, she’d probably been standing there watching it all go down. She reached out and ran a hand down his arm. There was a jolt of pain in his fingertips, burning a path up his arm. He pushed his own powers to the forefront, blocking whatever the hell she tried to do. Stopping the pain at his wrist. After his misstep with his first witch, he’d made it a point to learn to protect himself.
“Oh please, you mean I didn’t fall into bed with you immediately like the rest, and you didn’t know what to do. I know you’re playing hard to get. I like it.” A cruel little smile twisted her face. “I hope Ella knows to be careful. I’d hate for her to lose her job after just getting it. Not that it matters. Her true colors will show soon enough. She had to have done something in order to get that job. We haven’t hired anyone new since that one therapist went missing a couple years ago. I bet Ella spread those thick thighs of hers, or used magic on whoever she thought could help her out.”
Colby didn’t believe that for a second. Anyone with eyes and a lick of common sense could see Ella was as pure in heart as she was in soul. Unlike Claire. And to think they were the same breed of Mystic: Witches.
Stepping forward, he leaned into Claire’s personal space. His lips close to her ear. “I’d watch what you say about her, Claire. You know how quick rumors get started around here. How easy it would be to leak a little truth into them. I do recall you bragging on quite a few occasions about how you were able to siphon some of the life force and powers from a couple of your clients.”
Colby took a step back and left a shocked and slightly shaken Claire in his wake. He’d have to keep an eye on them both. Claire, because he was beginning to realize she was a vindictive bitch. And Ella, as much as he didn’t think she manipulated her hiring, her sudden appearance was a bit of a mystery. A happy mystery, but one that might need to be solved.
8
Sept 15th
E lla plugged her phone into the charger and tossed her keys on the counter. She was exhausted and needed a glass of wine—badly. Even though it didn’t physically effect her, it did a damn good job of mentally soothing her. One more human trait she’d picked up over the years.
Claire had been hard on her at work. To be honest, the woman had been an absolute bitch. She sneered at Ella and had her doing all of the crappy jobs. Taking out the trash. Washing and folding all of the linens and towels. Resetting
He watched her go all the way down the hall and through the glass doors. Cute ass, that he wanted to grab, swishing back and forth. A broad smile broke out on his face, and he turned to head back to his office, almost running over Claire in the process.
His smile dropped when he saw the scowl on her face. Nothing good could come of running into her. “Claire,” he said as politely as he could. One date, that’s all they’d had. And it was enough for him to know he didn’t want to see her again. It might have been the first time he realized dipping into the workplace dating pool was a fairly bad idea. But he didn’t think he’d run into her again. Satyr was big enough to where that was possible.
“I see you like the fresh meat, Colby,” she sneered. It was beyond unattractive.
“Don’t be ugly, Claire.”
She bulldozed over him like she hadn’t heard him. A French-tipped nail ran down his chest. He grabbed her wrist, stopping her from touching him. A small thread of revulsion crept through his veins. “Did you run out of decent women? Think she’s an easy lay? You know you could have me if you’d put a little effort in.”
“Claire, I told you, I’m not interested.” Colby dropped her hand, but she didn’t get the message.
Claire snorted, her eyes flickering down quickly. He knew she’d caught sight of Ella’s number on his arm. Though, with his luck, she’d probably been standing there watching it all go down. She reached out and ran a hand down his arm. There was a jolt of pain in his fingertips, burning a path up his arm. He pushed his own powers to the forefront, blocking whatever the hell she tried to do. Stopping the pain at his wrist. After his misstep with his first witch, he’d made it a point to learn to protect himself.
“Oh please, you mean I didn’t fall into bed with you immediately like the rest, and you didn’t know what to do. I know you’re playing hard to get. I like it.” A cruel little smile twisted her face. “I hope Ella knows to be careful. I’d hate for her to lose her job after just getting it. Not that it matters. Her true colors will show soon enough. She had to have done something in order to get that job. We haven’t hired anyone new since that one therapist went missing a couple years ago. I bet Ella spread those thick thighs of hers, or used magic on whoever she thought could help her out.”
Colby didn’t believe that for a second. Anyone with eyes and a lick of common sense could see Ella was as pure in heart as she was in soul. Unlike Claire. And to think they were the same breed of Mystic: Witches.
Stepping forward, he leaned into Claire’s personal space. His lips close to her ear. “I’d watch what you say about her, Claire. You know how quick rumors get started around here. How easy it would be to leak a little truth into them. I do recall you bragging on quite a few occasions about how you were able to siphon some of the life force and powers from a couple of your clients.”
Colby took a step back and left a shocked and slightly shaken Claire in his wake. He’d have to keep an eye on them both. Claire, because he was beginning to realize she was a vindictive bitch. And Ella, as much as he didn’t think she manipulated her hiring, her sudden appearance was a bit of a mystery. A happy mystery, but one that might need to be solved.
8
Sept 15th
E lla plugged her phone into the charger and tossed her keys on the counter. She was exhausted and needed a glass of wine—badly. Even though it didn’t physically effect her, it did a damn good job of mentally soothing her. One more human trait she’d picked up over the years.
Claire had been hard on her at work. To be honest, the woman had been an absolute bitch. She sneered at Ella and had her doing all of the crappy jobs. Taking out the trash. Washing and folding all of the linens and towels. Resetting
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