Colby took a step back. He needed to put a little distance between him and the minx in the bed. He was technically still working, and needed to get his head back into the game. That didn’t mean he had to leave the room though. There was plenty of paperwork that needed to be done. He’d also have to have a talk with the staff about serving White Lightning and letting patrons set it on fire. Heat enhanced. Everyone knew that.
H e stepped out of the room, locking it behind him. It took him about ten minutes to let the bar staff know where he’d be and to put out one fire. Not a literal one. Just a mix up with a playroom reservation, which was sorted out in a matter of minutes. He checked on the women Ella had been with, all were fine and either picked up by friends or poured into cabs. Colby gave one last look around the Club then ducked back into the office. All was right in his world again. Maybe even more so, now.
The door slid closed with a hushed click, and he let out a breath. Ella was curled up in the bed snoring lightly. She’d rolled onto her side and tucked the other pillow to her front, arms wrapped around it lovingly. He so wanted to be that damn pillow.
“Later, Noble. You can wait until she’s sober and you get to know her better.” He shook his head and settled into the chair. Her witch’s blood called to him through the short distance. He was hardwired to feel it. He’d known after his first encounter with a witch when he was younger that he was destined to have one as his wife. His mate through all eternity.
Pushing the excited feeling at finding the woman who could possibly fit the bill away, he concentrated on work. The stack of papers he’d been avoiding for a week made him the happiest guy around at the moment. There was no reason for him to leave, unless the Club caught fire. Even then, he had a feeling his witch could protect him.
He glanced at Ella again. The Club catching fire was an improbability at the moment. He’d gotten the little fire starters separated and one in particular under his watchful gaze. He would question why he didn’t try harder to find someone to pick her up, he refused to lie to himself. There was a thread linking them together. An attraction, yes, but something more. The draw he felt from across the room earlier was even more potent up close. It intoxicated and made him want things he’d only dreamed of having.
3
Sept 5th – way too early to be awake
“ G oddess !” Ella moaned, pressing her hand against her forehead. Who the hell was pounding nails into a two-by-four on top of her head? She pried her eyelids open and tried to look around. Each time she moved though, the pounding got worse. Turned into throbbing and a chorus of woodpeckers trying to break through metal. She closed her eyes and squeezed the pillow tighter against her chest. What she really wanted to do was crush it over her head to make it all stop, it was too bad breathing was necessary to live. But was that what she really wanted at the moment? It would definitely make the pain go away.
There was a dip and the bed shifted, jolting her. Her eyes popped open as she freaked out a bit internally. The girl inside flailed her arms in panic wondering what to do. Thank Goddess, she had better control over her extremities. The pain that would have resulted would have made her wish for death even more. She didn’t remember going home, let alone picking anyone up. Oh please say she didn’t pick up a demon, or worse yet, a warlock. They were such prima donnas.
“Hey there,” a soft deep voice rumbled above her head. She expected it to rattle her brain. To intensify the throb or make her cringe. Neither of those things happened. In fact, it soothed the thundering in her head. Sucking in a breath through her nose, she pushed it out through her mouth, doing her best to calm her rioting body down. Her stomach churned slightly, and while she didn’t think she would throw up; it wasn’t out of the
H e stepped out of the room, locking it behind him. It took him about ten minutes to let the bar staff know where he’d be and to put out one fire. Not a literal one. Just a mix up with a playroom reservation, which was sorted out in a matter of minutes. He checked on the women Ella had been with, all were fine and either picked up by friends or poured into cabs. Colby gave one last look around the Club then ducked back into the office. All was right in his world again. Maybe even more so, now.
The door slid closed with a hushed click, and he let out a breath. Ella was curled up in the bed snoring lightly. She’d rolled onto her side and tucked the other pillow to her front, arms wrapped around it lovingly. He so wanted to be that damn pillow.
“Later, Noble. You can wait until she’s sober and you get to know her better.” He shook his head and settled into the chair. Her witch’s blood called to him through the short distance. He was hardwired to feel it. He’d known after his first encounter with a witch when he was younger that he was destined to have one as his wife. His mate through all eternity.
Pushing the excited feeling at finding the woman who could possibly fit the bill away, he concentrated on work. The stack of papers he’d been avoiding for a week made him the happiest guy around at the moment. There was no reason for him to leave, unless the Club caught fire. Even then, he had a feeling his witch could protect him.
He glanced at Ella again. The Club catching fire was an improbability at the moment. He’d gotten the little fire starters separated and one in particular under his watchful gaze. He would question why he didn’t try harder to find someone to pick her up, he refused to lie to himself. There was a thread linking them together. An attraction, yes, but something more. The draw he felt from across the room earlier was even more potent up close. It intoxicated and made him want things he’d only dreamed of having.
3
Sept 5th – way too early to be awake
“ G oddess !” Ella moaned, pressing her hand against her forehead. Who the hell was pounding nails into a two-by-four on top of her head? She pried her eyelids open and tried to look around. Each time she moved though, the pounding got worse. Turned into throbbing and a chorus of woodpeckers trying to break through metal. She closed her eyes and squeezed the pillow tighter against her chest. What she really wanted to do was crush it over her head to make it all stop, it was too bad breathing was necessary to live. But was that what she really wanted at the moment? It would definitely make the pain go away.
There was a dip and the bed shifted, jolting her. Her eyes popped open as she freaked out a bit internally. The girl inside flailed her arms in panic wondering what to do. Thank Goddess, she had better control over her extremities. The pain that would have resulted would have made her wish for death even more. She didn’t remember going home, let alone picking anyone up. Oh please say she didn’t pick up a demon, or worse yet, a warlock. They were such prima donnas.
“Hey there,” a soft deep voice rumbled above her head. She expected it to rattle her brain. To intensify the throb or make her cringe. Neither of those things happened. In fact, it soothed the thundering in her head. Sucking in a breath through her nose, she pushed it out through her mouth, doing her best to calm her rioting body down. Her stomach churned slightly, and while she didn’t think she would throw up; it wasn’t out of the
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