Sex Me Up (3 page)

Sex Me Up

The cool breeze and a rumble of thunder in the distance made her rub her arms. There must be a storm brewing. She should get inside and await her fate. Whether it would still be loneliness, or regret, she didn’t know. She weaved and bobbed, stumbling, as she slowly made her way to the back door. She paused and looked into the shop. She could have sworn she saw someone standing by the front door.

She shook her head. It was most likely a window shopper. Her first customer of the day tomorrow, no doubt. She glanced at the glowing timekeeper above the door and her eyes widened. It was way past her bedtime and she needed to get up early tomorrow. There was much preparation to do for next month’s attempt at drawing a mate. She stumbled back up the stairs, heading for her bed, and fell onto it exhausted. Still, sleep refused to come. Some sense of anticipation kept her eyes from closing. The rhythmic ticking of the timekeeper on her nightstand kept her awake and staring at the mirrored ceiling over her bed. The steady hum of hovercraft passing beneath her window bothered her to no end, when usually it lulled her to sleep with certain comfort. Only when the nightlife below her window lulled and she muted the glow of the timekeeper with her blouse, did she slip into the peaceful world of the oblivious at last.

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Tianna Xander – Bonnie Rose Leigh

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“Where am I and why did you summon me here?”

a man snarled as he grabbed her arm and dragged her from beneath the warmth of her blankets. Jaynee squealed out a protest as he switched on her light, dragged her semi-clad form from her bed, and stood glaring at her.

“What are you doing in my room?” she

demanded. Only, once she stood shivering beneath his icy glare, did she really look at the tall man in front of her. Her heart stuttered in her chest as she realized he epitomized the talk, dark, and handsome, she’d often read about in the Romancer Tomes she sold in her store. Towering over her the way he did, wearing a scowl even a Werewolf would be terrified of, there was no mistaking the man was furious. But that didn’t stop her from staring at him.

His dark hair would have hung over his shoulders if it hadn’t been tied back with a thin gold band. Amber eyes glittered at her with hate and derision. Wide, muscular shoulders that looked like they’d barely fit through her door, tapered down to a narrow waist, so defined, she could see the ripples of muscles beneath his shirt. Unconsciously, she licked her lips, and he sneered his revulsion.

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