introduced yourself as plain Rickard Orloffberg, I figured you didn’t want the title bandied about.”
“Well…”
“Shut up. I’m not finished!” She was just getting started. Oh yeah, she was mad, now.
Getting right in his face, she raised a forefinger and repeatedly stabbed him in the chest while letting him have it with her double barrel verbal shotgun. “Third and last, Mister High and Mighty Principality, what maggot crawled in your empty brain and convinced you to come up in my house throwing orders around? Last I checked, I am a free woman and you’d best think twice before you really piss me totally off!”
Blood high, temper soaring, Kaila swanned her neck, backed up, and pointed both
forefingers at him, thumbs cocked back. “Dude, check yo’self ’fore you wreck yo’self!”
Snapping both thumbs down simultaneously, she “shot” him, mouth making the silencer
gunshot sound. Pursing her lips, she blew imaginary smoke from her finger-guns. Mouth turned up in a tight curve, she gave him a smile that in no way conveyed she was happy to see him.
32 Camille Anthony
Complete and utter silence echoed between them. She couldn’t read the glint in his
ice-blue eyes, but she figured he had to be mad as a hatter. Then he smiled a true smile that stretched his lips, exposing his straight white teeth. His smile added warmth and friendliness to his austere expression, turning his already overwhelming good looks into devastating handsomeness.
Seated, he executed the neatest bow she had ever seen. “I salute you, Miss
Morgan…and applaud the correctness of following my hunch. I was right to seek you out.
You are no panderer.” His smile widened. “You are not afraid to speak your mind.” His eyes went incandescent, turned from frosty blue to deep cerulean. “I find a woman blessed with a strong personality…interesting --” He licked his lips, leaving a moist sheen along the generous curves. “-- in the extreme. So, too, does my friend, Pavel.”
There went that throbbing again, accompanied by moisture and heat. Her body
warmed but her mind cooled. She was being manipulated by a pro and she didn’t like it.
“You didn’t come here for a social call, so stop playing me, your highness, and just tell me what you want from me.”
The prince sat back and looped his hands loosely over his raised knee, twining his long slender fingers together. His thighs shifted.
Oh my gracious…he has an erection! Her eyes widening, Kaila stared at his groin -- a
huge erection that hadn’t been there earlier. Did I do that?
“Actually, Miss Morgan, I want to offer you a job.”
Sucking your thick dick? I don’t think so! “I have one, thanks.”
Rickard -- she couldn’t think of him as Orloffberg while he was sporting a hard-on she might have caused -- waved away her rejection. “It would be a temporary job. And it would pay very well.” He cocked his head, thrummed his fingers on the taut surface of his thigh.
I bet that’s raw silk.
“Kaila -- may I call you Kaila?”
“Sure.”
A smile blossomed. “Then I must insist you call me Rickard. I couldn’t possibly insult you by addressing you by your first name while you persist in addressing me by title.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You really like to win, don’t you?”
He threw back his head and laughed, looking so much like a little boy who’d played a
trick on his governess. “I do.”
She wanted to smack him. “You’re underhanded, too.”
“I am. You’d do well to remember that.”
“Oh, I will,” she said, baring her teeth in what only an idiot would call a smile,
“Rickard.”
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33
He rewarded her with another one of his blinding grins. Sitting forward, he turned off the seductive pose and became all business. The sudden shift threw her off.
“I don’t want to waste time going over what you already know, so I’ll ask you, how
much of our conversation did you overhear at the
“Well…”
“Shut up. I’m not finished!” She was just getting started. Oh yeah, she was mad, now.
Getting right in his face, she raised a forefinger and repeatedly stabbed him in the chest while letting him have it with her double barrel verbal shotgun. “Third and last, Mister High and Mighty Principality, what maggot crawled in your empty brain and convinced you to come up in my house throwing orders around? Last I checked, I am a free woman and you’d best think twice before you really piss me totally off!”
Blood high, temper soaring, Kaila swanned her neck, backed up, and pointed both
forefingers at him, thumbs cocked back. “Dude, check yo’self ’fore you wreck yo’self!”
Snapping both thumbs down simultaneously, she “shot” him, mouth making the silencer
gunshot sound. Pursing her lips, she blew imaginary smoke from her finger-guns. Mouth turned up in a tight curve, she gave him a smile that in no way conveyed she was happy to see him.
32 Camille Anthony
Complete and utter silence echoed between them. She couldn’t read the glint in his
ice-blue eyes, but she figured he had to be mad as a hatter. Then he smiled a true smile that stretched his lips, exposing his straight white teeth. His smile added warmth and friendliness to his austere expression, turning his already overwhelming good looks into devastating handsomeness.
Seated, he executed the neatest bow she had ever seen. “I salute you, Miss
Morgan…and applaud the correctness of following my hunch. I was right to seek you out.
You are no panderer.” His smile widened. “You are not afraid to speak your mind.” His eyes went incandescent, turned from frosty blue to deep cerulean. “I find a woman blessed with a strong personality…interesting --” He licked his lips, leaving a moist sheen along the generous curves. “-- in the extreme. So, too, does my friend, Pavel.”
There went that throbbing again, accompanied by moisture and heat. Her body
warmed but her mind cooled. She was being manipulated by a pro and she didn’t like it.
“You didn’t come here for a social call, so stop playing me, your highness, and just tell me what you want from me.”
The prince sat back and looped his hands loosely over his raised knee, twining his long slender fingers together. His thighs shifted.
Oh my gracious…he has an erection! Her eyes widening, Kaila stared at his groin -- a
huge erection that hadn’t been there earlier. Did I do that?
“Actually, Miss Morgan, I want to offer you a job.”
Sucking your thick dick? I don’t think so! “I have one, thanks.”
Rickard -- she couldn’t think of him as Orloffberg while he was sporting a hard-on she might have caused -- waved away her rejection. “It would be a temporary job. And it would pay very well.” He cocked his head, thrummed his fingers on the taut surface of his thigh.
I bet that’s raw silk.
“Kaila -- may I call you Kaila?”
“Sure.”
A smile blossomed. “Then I must insist you call me Rickard. I couldn’t possibly insult you by addressing you by your first name while you persist in addressing me by title.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You really like to win, don’t you?”
He threw back his head and laughed, looking so much like a little boy who’d played a
trick on his governess. “I do.”
She wanted to smack him. “You’re underhanded, too.”
“I am. You’d do well to remember that.”
“Oh, I will,” she said, baring her teeth in what only an idiot would call a smile,
“Rickard.”
Werewulf Journals 3: Hungry Pleasures
33
He rewarded her with another one of his blinding grins. Sitting forward, he turned off the seductive pose and became all business. The sudden shift threw her off.
“I don’t want to waste time going over what you already know, so I’ll ask you, how
much of our conversation did you overhear at the
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