She swirled in to take a seat in one of my visitor chairs. Her perfume nearly made me gag, forcing me to hold my breath. “Carter says I am to dress you for a ball, so I brought you some dresses to try on.” She looked me up and down, barely disguising her dislike of my look. What was wrong with jeans and a t-shirt that said, You can’t see me because I’m a ninja?
“I think I can manage on my own.” I snorted, turning back around to my case file on Nick. I looked at his picture, admiring the rock star good looks he had. Seriously, he was drool worthy for sure. His dark brown hair was all disheveled, and his dark brown eyes could probably melt any girl’s heart without a single word from his oh so desirably plump lips. I let out one of those audible, girly sighs. Nick Black was good enough to eat. I felt my fangs slide out, as if they wanted to sink into some big, juicy donut. Oh yeah, Nick’s juicy donut. But the one that attracted me the most was his second in command, the Deputy Director. Eli was his name. He was super yummy. But before I could go over his assets more closely, Kristin cleared her throat.
“I’m good, thanks. I don’t like pink,” I replied, flipping through some more photos. Man, he had a nice ass, too. Examining the photo of him about to enter a car, I hardly noticed Kristin coming up behind me. Abruptly, the file was gone, causing my demon to growl with annoyance. Demons are sex-crazed beasts, and here she was, stealing my eye candy.
“Does Carter know you are drooling over your targets?” she asked, placing small, pale hands on her hips.
Raising an eyebrow, I looked at her. “Does Carter know you drool over him?” I plucked a tissue out of a box on my desk. “Here, you might need this for later.”
Her face turned a flaming red, and the hatred I knew she disguised so well began to leak out of her expression as she hissed like a wild animal. “We must get to work.”
Throwing up my hands, I stood up, pushing back my chair. “Fine!” Taking a glance at my watch, I scowled. “But it’s only two now, and the party isn’t until eight.”
She clucked her tongue at me, her blue eyes flashing with annoyance. “Dear, it is going to take at least that long to make you look approachable.”
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