Jasmine greets me with a cold bottle of water, and silently she points me to a bedroom I can use to shower and change into clean clothes. I hate the extra time I have to take to get clean, when anything could be happening to my grandmother, but supernaturals have a great sense of smell, and we can’t take the chance of being found because I reek of Benny’s blood. It could get us all killed.
Closing the bedroom door, I drop the CD player onto the nearest chair. It’s still playing on the loop I’d put it on.
I strip off my blood-splattered clothes, and as I walk past the bed, I spot my favorite hunting clothes. Jasmine must have put them there.
A plain black sports bra, black knickers, black socks, black vest top, black cargo pants, black leather jacket, and black knee high boots. There is nothing worse than having a spot of color give away my position.
In satisfaction, I walk into the bathroom and step into the shower. Turning the water onto hot I wash my hair and body in unscented soap and shampoo. Once finished I switch off the shower, wring my hair out, and towel dry myself before wrapping the towel around my body, and return to the bedroom to get dressed.
****
The first thing I notice is the silence. Someone had turned off the music. The second thing I notice is Victor, lounging on the bed. He looks dangerous, like a great big panther, who’s finished a snack and is looking for the main course.
“Victor can you leave please, I need to get dressed?” I grip my towel tighter around my body.
“We need to talk about what happened in the cell.” Victor’s voice ripples over my skin and soothes my nerves.
“We can do it later. I need to get dressed and rescue my grandmother,” I mutter, as I reach the bed and reach out to scoop up my clothes.
Fast as lightning, Victor’s hand wraps around my wrist. I hadn’t even seen him move.
“We’ll talk now. You can dress while you talk, can’t you?” He rubs the leaping pulse on the inside of my wrist.
“Okay, fine, we’ll talk now. Let me go and turn around,” I huff in frustration.
With a twist of his lips Victor releases me but doesn’t turn around, instead he just raises an eyebrow. With a snort of derision, I grab my clothes and head back toward the bathroom and walk straight into what feels like a brick wall. To make things worse, I would have landed on my butt except for Victor grasping me by the elbows to keep me upright.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I demand in annoyance, as a scowl furrows my brow.
“You have nothing I haven’t seen before, and as you put it, we are in a rush to rescue your grandmother. Now get dressed and tell me, what happened in the cell.”
Dragging myself out of his grasp, I storm back to the bed and sit down to put on my knickers. I drag them up my legs under the towel. Victor watches, his eyes dilating the further up my legs they go.
Ha, he might have seen plenty of naked women. but he isn’t going to see me naked unless I want him to. Lifting my hips off the bed, I slide my knickers in place. Next, I put on my socks and combat trousers; at this stage, it is more than obvious Victor is very aroused.
“Well, as you saw I’m more than just a witch,” I answer, as I pick up my sports bra next.
Victor’s eyes snap up to meet mine, and I raise a sardonic eyebrow at him. I put my arms through my straps and hook it behind my back. Next, I pull on my vestie top and adjust my sports bra properly. Hey, gotta make the girls comfy, and with Victor looking hot and bothered, all the better in my opinion. Finally, when completely covered I remove the towel and let it drop to the floor.
I grab my boots, slide the first one on, and lace it up to my knees, the other one following a second later. With a wicked look directed at Victor, I can’t help asking, “Did you enjoy the show?”
Next thing I know my back is pressed against the wall, and every hard muscled inch of Victor is pressed against me, his manhood throbbing against my pelvis.