The Geek Job (4 page)

Seeing nothing, not surprising give the time of three a.m., she opened her door on silent hinges and took the few steps over to the room beside hers. She decided against the adjoining room door because the time and noise needed to swing open the double barrier would have alerted them something was amiss. Better to let them think Anthony staggered back after a night of debauchery.

She slid Anthony‘s keycard into the electronic lock which disengaged with a snick. The motion inside the room halted as she‘d expected.

She swung the door open and sauntered in. Her nude body caught the waiting vamp by surprise, and he stared at her hungrily for only a moment before she shot him between the eyes. It wouldn‘t kill him, but it would incapacitate him long enough for the cleanup crew she‘d call to take care of him.

Two more figures rushed at her from the darkness of the room and she shot another one before the third slammed into her.

The vamp tried to hug her, grope her and bite her all at the same time. Males, even dead ones, could be so predictable. She brought her knee up as hard as she could. The vampire folded with a pained gasp. She dropped to her knees and twisted his head until his neck snapped.

Round one taken care of, and her geek safe for the moment, she made a quick call to Frederick‘s cleanup crew. All vampire families had one for situations like these that required discretion and, most of all, ensuring the humans remained oblivious.

She then sent a quick text to her employer mentioning the attempted poisoning at dinner—a plan foiled because of her sharp scenting skills.

She also mentioned the nocturnal visitors and the fact his scientist now slept in her bed. Like he didn‘t know. She‘d covered the lamp where the camera hid with her blouse, but their audio would have clearly picked up the sounds of their fucking.

Lexie slipped back into her room and crawled into bed with her giant geek. She still refused to examine why she smiled when, in repose, he threw his arm over her and drew her back into his body. She also ignored her wolf who whined in her mind, wanting something that Lexie didn‘t understand.

She buried everything that bothered her in the pleasure she roused by wiggling her bottom against his dormant cock. Lucky her, it didn‘t sleep for long.

* * * *

Anthony woke alone. He sat up and looked around, but couldn‘t tell if this was his room or not. Hotels tended to lack imagination when it came to decorating.
Did I dream it al up?

Just passed out on his bed after he checked in?

The sound of running water came to him from behind the closed door of the bathroom and he looked about wildly for some clothes. Anthony didn‘t enjoy nudity, on him at any rate. However, he could have stared at Lexie naked all day long.

But he was pretty sure she wouldn‘t feel the same way about him. Sure, he went to the gym and maintained a decent physique, but more for his general health than for looks. His pasty skin and hairless chest in the light of day weren‘t exactly his best attributes. He needed to cover up before she realized it, too. He‘d just found his glasses and snagged his pants when the bathroom door opened.

―Oh, goody, you‘re awake.‖

Anthony straightened, holding his pants to his chest and stared at Lexie as she sauntered from the bathroom wearing the tiniest towel imaginable. ―Um, g-good morning,‖ he managed to stammer. How this woman managed to make him sound like a simpleton he still couldn‘t figure out. What happened to his calm and confident demeanor? His ability to analyze and respond appropriately to situations?

―It‘s a wonderful morning,‖ she said with a smile. She approached him, her eyes glinting and he swallowed hard. ―In the mood for some
breakfast
?‖

A suave man would have said ―Yes, now get your sexy ass on the bed so I can eat.‖

Anthony just nodded his head.

―Excellent. I took the liberty of opening the doors between our rooms. I thought you might want to grab a shower and fresh change of clothes before we went down to eat. Then I figured we could check out the conference events starting in an hour.‖

Anthony would have actually preferred pulling off her towel, throwing her on the bed and seeing if plowing her body really felt as good as he remembered. Instead, with a blush and his trousers clutched to his groin, he fled through the adjoining door, her husky laughter following him.

At least it wasn‘t the derisive kind he‘d come to expect. He jumped into the shower, the hot water hitting his back and making him hiss.

The sting of the scratches across his shoulders and upper back reminded him of her passionate response to their coitus.
She marked me.
The realization made him grin. As he showered his mind couldn‘t help turning over the fabulous turn of events that had occurred in the last twelve hours. He, proven geek and flop where woman were concerned, not only had a drop dead gorgeous woman seduce him—and suck him off—she still wanted to spend time with him.

Even better, the sex had been amazing, the best he‘d ever had, and more astonishing was her response to him. She hadn‘t faked her desire or her orgasm—he knew what a pulsing channel meant. And he suspected his middle of the night dream of taking her from behind while spooned in bed probably occurred as well.

Just thinking of her lithe body made him rock hard. He couldn‘t help gripping his cock and fisting it. He also couldn‘t help the low moan as he thought of the way he‘d felt when she wrapped her lips around his shaft, sucking him while her hand cupped his balls.

The shower curtain rustled and his eyes shot open. Shock at getting caught masturbating made him want to swirl down the drain, until he saw her face. Lexie stood in front of him, the steam from the shower pearling on her skin, the expression on her face hungry, and not for food.

―I‘m sorry,‖ she murmured. ―I just couldn‘t resist joining you.‖ She wrapped her fingers around his hand still on his cock. ―I hope you don‘t mind.‖

Anthony didn‘t mind when she bent over for him in the shower exposing the most perfect pink pussy. He didn‘t mind that the water made her tighter when he sheathed his cock into her.

And he didn‘t mind at all that she screamed when he fucked her until they both came.

If his stomach would have stayed quiet, he would have suggested skipping the morning‘s events in favor of going back to bed, or the table, wherever she preferred. However, he knew without some form of nutrition, no matter how his mind felt, his body would never keep up, and he was determined not to disappoint her. Even if he copious amounts of sex with her made his dick raw, he had no intention of saying no.

* * * *

Lexie tried to pay attention to their surroundings and the possible threats to her geek sitting across from her, but dammit, she kept remembering how he‘d taken her in the shower, which in turn made her so fucking horny. All she could think of was how fast could she get him somewhere private so she could screw his brains out again.

She didn‘t understand her insane reaction at all. Usually she got the itch, she fucked, and then she went on. Sure, this time she‘d gone without scratching for longer than usual, but she‘d gone through sexual dry spells in the past and never had a problem before. This out of control, raging desire to have this man in front of her—a geeky scientist and not her usual steroid body builder—baffled her. Sure he was cute in a nerdy kind of way. He sported a decent bod, nothing like her usual play toys whose abs could bounce quarters. His technique, while enjoyable—really, really enjoyable—was nothing new. So why, oh why did she sit in drenched panties wondering if anyone would notice if she slipped under the table to give him a blowjob?

She must have stared at him for too long because he blushed and dropped his face. For a brilliant scientist, he took shyness to a new level, and she couldn‘t figure out why. After what they‘d done together she expected him to overcome his tongue tied demeanor. Or did he blush for another reason?

―Penny for your thoughts,‖ she said. His color deepened and she smiled. No need for a penny, his face read like an open book. ―If it‘s any consolation, I wish we were back in the room with my lips wrapped around your cock, too. But you came here for a reason, so I‘m going to be a good girl, for now, and clamp my thighs tight and think of the lectures as foreplay.‖

He couldn‘t stifle the small moan which, in turn, made her squirm as more liquid heat seeped from her cleft.

Despite her good intentions—and the fact she wanted to have him out in public long enough to see if she could spot any more assassins/kidnappers—she couldn‘t stop fidgeting during the lecture given by the boring nerdazoid in the bow tie. She tried to focus on the speaker‘s words, but she couldn‘t help comparing the balding, short individual with her giant sitting next to her. She doubted she‘d have worn wet panties had the dull, droning midget at the podium been her target.

She sighed as the lecture went on and on, absolute torture for an outdoorsy type like herself.

Large fingers laced around hers and she darted a glance sideways to see Anthony with his lips in a half tilt. ―What do you say we go for a walk?

Somehow I think we‘ll learn more from the fresh air than this pompous idiot.‖

―Oh, thank god.‖ She immediately stood, surprised at his initiative, but at the same time delighted.

They made it out to the vestibule and she wondered for a moment if their walk would take them back to her room—not that she minded.

But, Anthony still on a take charge kick, strode with her towards the front door of the hotel.

―Where are we going?‖ she asked. She hadn‘t planned on leaving the building, and given her intimate relationship with her geek, not worn any weapons lest he find them and question their presence.

―There‘s a park one block over. I thought we‘d go for a walk, and then maybe hit an outdoor café for lunch?‖

Lexie chewed her lip for half a second as she thought furiously. Given the bright sunlight, she wouldn‘t have to worry about vamps. The Fae and other creatures though, that could walk by day might see their excursion as an opportunity to move. The smart thing would have involved her plastering her mouth to his and convincing him to return to bed, but her animal side craved the fresh air and sunlight. She‘d have to hope that Frederick‘s goons watched and followed. If she kept them to public areas where assassins would require subtlety if they attacked, she could handle the rest.

Her giant scientist kept a hold of her hand as they crossed the road and walked the short distance to the park. She found the intimacy of it odd. As a rule, she wasn‘t a hand holding, or cuddling for that matter, kind of girl. Her domineering presence and attitude tended to scare off a lot of men. Actually, if she weren‘t currently playing a role right now of cutesy science slut, she‘d probably have sent Anthony running, too. It wasn‘t that she eschewed femininity, she just had a dominant persona that most men couldn‘t handle.

They reached the park without mishap; although, she kept her eyes peeled as she breathed deep of the air that wasn‘t entirely fresh given the exhaust of passing traffic. But it sure beat recycled hotel air.

―Do you spend a lot of time outdoors?‖

Anthony asked as they strolled along the cobbled path.

―You might say that.‖ While she lived in the city during the week, on weekends and vacations she went to the woods where she ran wild and lived off the land.

―I love the outdoors.‖ At her pointed look, he laughed, the most carefree sound she‘d heard him make thus far. ―I know. I‘ve got the coloring of a lab rat. But, before I got caught up in my research, I used to spend a lot of time outdoors.‖

Lexie found herself listening attentively to the first freely given personal information from him. Where his sudden relaxation came from she didn‘t know, but she encouraged it. ―Do you love the whole research thing?‖ she asked.

―It obsesses me. It‘s like having a puzzle with a few extra pieces and knowing if you can just figure out which one fits you‘ll get the whole picture. But enough about me. What do you do?‖

he asked peering down at her. ―You never did say.‖

Lexie‘s prefabricated lie of working as a college professor‘s assistant got tossed aside in favor of a partial truth. ―I do odd jobs for those who require finesse and subtlety.‖

―You know that didn‘t tell me anything.‖

She grinned up at him. ―I know. My jobs all have confidentiality agreements. Let‘s just say I‘m good at what I do and well compensated, which, in turn, allows me a lot of freedom for things like this conference.‖

―I almost didn‘t come. I‘m getting real close to a breakthrough on my current project. If it weren‘t for the fact my paper got selected, I would have probably stayed in my lab.‖ He squeezed her fingers and smiled down at her. ―I‘m glad now I didn‘t.‖

Guilt stole her tongue and made her drop her eyes. She didn‘t understand it. She‘d gotten her geek job right where she wanted him—eating from the palm of her hand and safe with her. But why did she want to beg his forgiveness for misleading him, and even worse, want him to keep looking at her with that smile in his eyes?
Don’t get
attached, Lexie. You know humans and werewolves can’t
be together,
not if she wanted him to live a long and healthy life. The reminder didn‘t cheer her.

Anthony cursed himself for being an idiot. He‘d spoken the truth about how happy he was to meet her and Lexie couldn‘t look him in the eye since then. She kept her hand laced in his, though, so maybe all wasn‘t lost.
Idiot! Why not drop
to one knee and declare undying love? Why not try a little
harder to make her run by acting clingy?

He blamed his runaway tongue on the insane feelings she roused in him. Lust yes, but more than that, she captivated him. He sensed some of her sweet girl routine was an act, hiding a woman who tended to dominate, a woman used to wielding power and having people around her obey. The fact she couldn‘t talk about her job intrigued him, and at the same time made his whirring mind wonder if she had an ulterior motive in befriending him. But he squashed that thought. She‘d made no attempt to pump him for information, on the contrary the only pumping involved mutual pleasure. He wanted to trust her interest in him was genuine, but he couldn‘t help a nagging fear that she wanted something from him.