This is a dark, sexy urban fantasy short story, inspired by the film noir detective movies of the thirties and forties as well as countless urban fantasy novels I've read.
It is written in first-person, but perspective shifts, alternating between the two characters throughout the story. This story is usual in that we see from the perspective of the femme fatale character, Evelyn, at times.
Murphy is around thirty, a private detective in the noir gumshoe tradition. He is world-wise and has a wry sense of humor. He has the ability to see the supernatural and invisible objects and recognize them for what they are.
Evelyn (Evie) is in her late twenties and works as an agent for a mysterious council. She is capable, manipulative, and spylike. Physically enhanced, seduction and killing both come equally easily to her.]
[VOICE NOTE: FROM MURPHY'S POINT OF VIEW]
"A tie?" she smirked with scarlet lips, not bothering to close the door behind her.
She was sultry. Leggy. Gorgeous. The kind of girl that other women hate because she's both athletic and curvy. Yeah, that kind.
Just my type. Fuck.
I knew people. She was people of the worst kind. I knew me too. I was going to do her job.
Oh, I might hem and haw, but she had me from the word gorgeous. Well, not word, really, but you know what I mean.
My chair creaked as I reached up for the scar at my temple. I remembered the day that gave it to me as a souvenir. That was a fucked-up day. She had been a fucked-up girl. I had nearly died that time. Something told me I stood a good chance of repeating the feat if I took this case.
"Call me old-fashioned," I said, smoothing my crumpled shirt under my crumpled tie.
"Why don't I call you rich?" she said.
"Rich. As in no more fleabag office. As in buy yourself a new car. As in listen to what I have to say so I don't have to repeat myself."
See? Told you. Trouble.
"I see. I don't get mixed up with drug shit, lady."
"Is that what you think I do?" she adopted a mock-hurt tone.
She sauntered to the rickety chair across from my desk and sat down. Her short skirt slid up as she sat, giving me a tantalizing view of toned, tanned thigh.
She slipped one silky leg over the other, wearing a sexy smile like an evening gown as she caught my wandering eye.
"Well, I hate to be the one to inform you, but you're sadly mistaken," she said coyly.
"Lady, people in my line of work don't get rich. Not without getting involved in some pretty bad shit. I don't do illegal jobs. Not anymore." I considered and revised: "Most of the time."
"Fair enough. Drugs it is not. What it is, however, is rare items. That is what I deal in. Extremely rare." Her eyes laughed, but the rest of her face didn't. I was getting the feeling that this lady was amused at a joke, and I was pretty sure I was the punchline.
"What kinda items?"
"The kind that make you rich, as I was saying. I told you not to make me repeat myself, Mr. Murphy."
She leaned forward, giving me a view of cleavage that strained the scoop neck of her dress to nearly bursting. Holy mama!! Try to look at her face! Try to look at her face! Fuck. Not looking at her face.
Her smile was positively Cheshire now. She was the queen, and I was the pawn. I was in the deepest of shit.
I leaned back, finally pulling my gaze upward to dark eyes that burned with the kind of smolder that could spark into an inferno at any minute.
"What kinda items?" I repeated, not shying from her burning gaze.
"Books. In this case, one particular book. A grimoire."
"A grimoire, Mr. Murphy, a grimoire." [VOICE NOTE: PRONOUNCED GRIM-WAAR]
"What the fuck is a grimoire?"
"Language!" she chided, still wearing that look of amusement.
"A grimoire is a book of spells. One that I need your help to see."
My stomach dropped. Did she know? How could she know? She couldn't! No one knew...
"Why me?" I asked, dreading the answer.
"Because you, Mr. Murphy, can see the dead." She leaned back in her chair with a languid creak.
"Why do you say that?"
"Come now. Do you really think I would come all this way to your wretched little office and offer you substantial wealth for some mundane affair? Only one of us can play games here, and that person is not you. I know everything you can do, and I have need of it."
She sounded annoyed. I tended to do that to people.
"Okay, so tell me what this job would be..."
[VOICE NOTE: FROM EVIE'S POINT OF VIEW]
Victory, I thought, feeling just the slightest bit guilty about my efforts to wrap this man around my little finger. Was it really necessary? Was this who I wanted to be? I used to be kinder, after all. Before all of... this. He was good looking, with a nice face. He had a trustworthy air about him. I liked him. It had been a while since I met a man I liked.
I shoved the thoughts aside. Right now, the important thing was the grimoire...
"There is a group of people--a cult, really--that is under the thrall of a vampire. They've managed to cast a spell on my grandmother's grimoire. A grimoire that I happen to have need of at the moment. The spell makes it undetectable by anyone but a seeker."
I leaned forward again, giving him another glimpse of my, admittedly, rather delicious cleavage, again feeling the slightest tinge of guilt as I played the man like a violin, using the appeal of masculine instinct as my instrument of choice.
"That's where you come in. I scried for a seeker, and you, Mr. Murphy, are that seeker." [VOICE NOTE: SCRIED = SCRYD]
"I'm a what?" he asked, eyes furrowing.
He didn't know? But he had to know...
“You can’t possibly mean to tell me that you’ve never noticed you can see the dead, Mr. Murphy.”
He swallowed, eyes widening slightly. “Well... okay. I may have. But I never knew there was a name for it.”
“So you’ve never gone through the rites?”
Wow... this man really was a virgin in the arts. Maybe he really didn’t know anything. Should I explain? My instinct for kindness warred with what I knew was best for accomplishing the mission. I was developing a soft spot for this man, an attraction, so kindness actually won. What was wrong with me?
“Those of us with abilities are usually identified by the council. We are educated and tested in the arts. The strongest of us are chosen to work for them. I’m not certain why you were not identified and trained, but I am certain that you have the ability that I need.”
Was I certain? Yes. I had never known a scrying spell to be wrong. Besides, he had acknowledged that he had seen the dead. I wondered if he would be able to see the book without any formal training. But seekers were rare and I didn't have time to find another one. I certainly hoped he would be able to do what I needed him to.
“And finding this book pays well? That’s definitely the way you made it sound...”
Okay, so he was back to business now. I needed this man to do this for me. And I knew how to get men to do what I wanted. I leaned back, twisting slightly to cause my short skirt to reach scandalous heights. I knew my thighs were succulently sexy, and I made sure he knew it too. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched his eyes travel my flawless flesh. I felt a tingle of enjoyment as I watched his dark, sexy, intense eyes on me.
Yes, I was good at this, I thought, satisfied, confident... and a little concerned at my reaction to him. This seduction was supposed to be one-sided, but it was not entirely turning out that way.
“It pays very well, Mr. Murphy.”
“What’s in this book? Grimoire, you called it, right?”
“I did indeed call it that. What it contains, however, is none of your concern.”
Murphy seemed to consider. I shifted my head to make my ebony hair shift and shimmer. I stared at him in what I knew was my best smoldering gaze. I parted my lips ever so slightly, running my tongue under my top teeth. It wouldn’t be very visible, but it would make a subconscious impact. Again, I felt the slightest bit of remorse. I was good at seduction. Very good. This man wouldn’t have the opportunity to truly make his own decision. He didn’t know it, but he was a marionette, and I was pulling all of the strings.
“Okay, I’ll take the job.”
I smiled, spreading my ruby lips wide. I always wore bold lipstick when I needed something from a man. The promise of a passionate kiss was nearly as powerful as the promise of sex, regardless of what men thought.
“Excellent, Mr. Murphy. We shall meet tonight at this address,” I rose to my feet, my designer mini sliding back down my thigh to return once more to nearly indecent. I offered him a black envelope. “1:00 AM. Don’t be late.”
I threw my black silk trench over my shoulder and walked out, swaying my hips to be sure he received a nice, tantalizing view of my perfectly formed ass on the way out.
[VOICE NOTE: FROM MURPHY'S POINT OF VIEW]
Jesus, she was hot, I thought. Now that she had turned away, I was free to admire her outrageously sexy body from the back.
I had the feeling that I had just gotten myself in over my head. Again. Because of a sexy girl. I am a very stupid man. Oh, I knew I was being played. I just couldn’t help myself. I was a man!
So I was going to go up against a fucking vampire? I had actually seen them before. I never said anything, not after that first time when I was a kid, and my parents made me go through three years of therapy for it. But I had seen them. And ghosts. This seeker thing explained a lot. I needed to learn more about my gift from this girl. I needed to spend all the time I could with her—not just because she was easy on the eyes. She was the first person that I might actually be able to talk to about my gift.
I ran my hand through my hair, as my racing heart slowed back to its normal beat. Seeker, eh? I typed the word into the keyboard at my desk. Unfortunately, unless I was supposed to be playing wizard sports with Harry Potter, I didn’t think that the hits that my search produced were going to be very useful.
--- [VOICE NOTE: A BRIEF PAUSE HERE]
At 12:45 AM, I pulled up to the address on the perfectly creased letter she had given me. The note was on black paper with white lettering. That was definitely out of the ordinary, but somehow appropriate for the femme fatale that I was to meet. My heart beat faster as another car pulled up next to mine. It must be her. I wondered idly if this was how Sam Spade felt when he was meeting Ruth Wonderly.
I opened my door and stepped out of my car, just in time to see a long leg slip out of hers. As she exited the car, I was treated to a sensual vision. Her body was covered from neck to toe in a form-fitting black bodysuit. And Jesus! What a body it was. I had seen it before, in my office, but it seemed even better on second viewing. Long, slender, sinuous legs rose to athletic, rounded hips and the tightest, firmest ass I’ve ever seen. She turned to offer me a profile view. That ass flowed into an incredibly slender waist before swelling dynamically into full, nubile breasts. The shape of the sexy silhouette before me was erotic, and I felt myself harden uncomfortably as I watched, hopelessly entranced.
[VOICE NOTE: FROM EVIE'S POINT OF VIEW]
I pretended not to notice Murphy’s eyes as I made a show of pulling the supplies from my car. I ensured he got a good view of my body. I knew that I was gorgeous, and I knew how to use it to my advantage. I had a job to do. This was business, and I needed him compliant for this to work. But I had to say that I was enjoying it as well. Murphy wasn’t a bad looking guy, and if I were being honest with myself, it gave me a bit of a thrill showing off like this in front of him.
Stubble wasn’t normally my thing, but on his strong jaw, it looked good. Masculine. Sexy. Murphy was the rough-and-tumble sort, and, if I let myself think in that direction, I found that attractive. Very much so.
As I approached him, I played the next card in my hand, stumbling into him. I pressed my breasts into his chest, making sure that my hip pushed against his groin as well. He was hard. Excellent. As my hand came up and pressed against his chest to help regain my balance, I noticed how hard his muscles were under the black cotton shirt he was wearing. He clearly worked out.
My other hand gripped his arm. He had a nice bicep. I could feel the sinew in it bulging as he moved his hands to my waist to help me balance. I felt his tricep with my fingertips as well, popping into iron relief as his muscles moved. I licked my lips, not as part of my seductive routine this time, but in subconscious reaction to his unexpectedly hard body. I felt my desire grow. I hoped he didn’t sense it.
“I’m a little embarrassed to admit it, but I don’t think I caught your name earlier. This whole seeker business got me a little off my game,” Murphy said.
“It’s okay, Mr. Murphy. I’m Evelyn.”
Shit! I gave him my real name! What was I thinking? Apparently, I was off my game as well. Damn my thing for muscles. And nice jawlines. And dark, intense eyes. And damn Murphy for having them all. It was so unprofessional. Maybe I was enjoying this job a little too much. Time to get back to business.
“The grimoire is most likely to be in the vampire’s office. We believe that she has a safe in there, which is an extremely high probability target location. It is likely to be hidden, however.”
“Who is we, Evelyn?”
My heart leapt as I heard him speak my real name. I wasn’t used to hearing that name anymore. Get yourself under control, Evie! What the fuck? He’s just another guy, a necessary tool. That’s all! I hoped he wasn’t picking up on my reactions. I should be in complete control right now. So what if this guy was built as well as handsome? And probably had delicious, sexy abs. Fuck!
“That is none of your concern, Mr. Murphy,” I said, annoyed that I had slipped and given him more information. Control, Evie! Jesus!
“Now, we have to cross the compound, avoid the guards, and get inside. If we are lucky, the vampire will not be there. If we are not lucky, then leave him to me.”
“How do we get into the safe?”
“Leave that to me as well.”
“I’m leaving an awful lot of things to you...”
“Does that concern you, Mr. Murphy?”
“Kinda, yeah. Vampires are strong, right? And fast? No offense, but as nice as that body of yours is to look at, I’m thinking you don’t stand much of a chance against this thing. Shouldn’t we have some wooden stakes or something?”
My cheeks burned at his little compliment. What the fuck? What was wrong with me? My ego was seriously hurting right now. I’m supposed to be playing the cold, sexy siren right now, and here I am clearly attracted to this guy, acting like a fucking schoolgirl. Shit!
“Wooden stakes don’t do anything to vampires, contrary to popular belief. Silver does.”
I pulled a silver dagger from its holster at the small of my back and turned it to allow it to catch the moonlight.
“Should I have one of those too?”
“As I said, Mr. Murphy, leave the vampire to me.”
He looked uncertain, but he didn’t object further.
[VOICE NOTE: FROM MURPHY'S POINT OF VIEW]
I watched as the sexy, slender girl leapt up and swung herself over the concrete wall in an easy, fluid motion, a momentary shadow against the eight-foot barrier. I jumped up, gripping the edge of the wall with my fingers, pulling myself up. Then, I swung my right leg up. It took three tries, but I finally managed to get my knee to the top. I mantled up, then realized that there was barbed wire up there. My balance teetered as I tried to pull my pant leg out of the wire that had snagged it. After a momentary struggle, I managed to get my leg free without falling over backwards. I stepped over the wire, but my pants caught the wire again on the other side. My pant leg tore with a soft rrrriiiipppp as I jumped from the wall, landing on soft knees. I dropped into a roll, then sprang up.
Evelyn was directly in front of me, smirking with those perfect, pouty lips of hers.
“At least your jump down was more graceful than your navigation of that wire, Murphy,” she whispered.
I grinned, happy to have achieved even this backhanded compliment from the beautiful girl.
“Yeah, well, some of us don’t have your catlike grace. How did you do that so easily?”
Her smirk faltered ever so slightly. Just for an instant. But it came right back. If I didn’t know better, I almost would have thought I saw a spark of sadness in her eye as it flashed in the moonlight.
She didn’t answer, instead turning toward the lit area of the compound. There were two guards between us and the side door that seemed to be our access to the place.
Evelyn sprang into a full sprint before I knew what was happening. I ran after her, but she was fast. Seriously fast. I was a good twenty yards behind her by the time she got to the first guard.
She leapt toward the rifle-toting man, pouncing on him from behind. She somehow managed to look graceful as her leg came up and slipped over his shoulder. She bent her knee, pressing her calf against his throat, preventing him from raising an alarm, as she simultaneously drew the dagger from her back and, snaking it around him, plunged it into his heart from the front. She withdrew it as quickly as she struck with it, and I could see the sprays of blood fire out in front of him with each heartbeat as she rode him to the ground.
The guard struggled for a moment, then stilled. The instant the guard’s movement stopped, she was sprinting again, toward the next guard, a silent, sexy shadow in the night.
I reached the first guard as he bled out on the ground, beginning to pant from the exertion of the sudden sprint. Nothing got the heart going like all-out sprints! I kept going, however, determined to keep up with Evelyn as best I could.
With the second guard, Evelyn inserted the dagger into his back while her arm moved around his throat in some kind of chokehold. She made several more incisions with the knife, somehow avoiding the blood that splattered out of him. By the time I reached them, he was dead too.
She popped up from the second guard and winked at me, then jogged the rest of the way to the side entrance. I did the same, trying to keep my breath under control. Jesus! This girl was fit! She hadn’t even been breathing hard when I reached her taking care of the second guard. Not to mention that she was a damn efficient killer. Scary. Remind me not to get on her bad side!
As she approached the door, she raised a hand, pointing her index finger toward the security panel. A thread of red energy ran from her finger to the panel, and the red light on the thing suddenly turned green. She pulled the door open, turning back to find my eyes with hers. They held the twinkle of excitement, of someone who was thoroughly enjoying herself.
I thought back to the two dead guards and shivered. So this is what she did for fun, eh? Wow! Was I ever right about this girl being trouble! It was a good thing I wasn’t squeamish about this kind of thing. I had no doubt that these men deserved the quick death they'd been given, wrapped up in the affairs of evil, supernatural monsters as they were.
Evelyn held the door open for me as she slipped inside. She held a finger to her lips to ensure that I didn’t attempt to whisper in here, and she crept silently along, clearly knowing her way around the layout of the place.
We quickly navigated the hallways until we stood before a door with another security panel beside it. Again, she zapped the panel with her red energy until it turned green. I wished I could ask her how she was doing that, but I knew better than to talk—especially now.
She opened the door to an empty room. There was a stack of papers and a computer on a desk in the corner, a table, and several filing cabinets. There was no visible safe, however. She had said it was likely to be hidden…
Evelyn stalked to each painting on the wall, pulling the frame away to peer behind. With each, however, she glanced at me and shook her head. Of course it wouldn’t be that obvious. I tried to think where this vampire would hide a safe like that. Or would he even put it in a safe? With Evelyn’s zapping power, she couldn’t probably get it open in the blink of an eye. Even if she couldn’t see the thing, she could just feel around and find it, right?
So he probably wasn’t keeping it in the safe at all. It was probably where no one would think to look, hidden by its invisibility to everyone, except, apparently, me. It was probably somewhere in plain…
There! I saw a large, ancient-looking tome, glowing with a golden hue. It was sitting on top of a file cabinet in the far corner of the room, pressed up against the wall. That had to be it! I walked quietly over and grabbed it, while Evelyn was quietly running her hands along the floor behind the desk.
I walked over and tapped her on the shoulder, causing her to jump in fright, automatically grabbing my hand and twisting it in some type of hold… which hurt... A lot!
Quickly, she realized her mistake, and I felt her strong, slender fingers release my hand. I turned back toward her and mouthed “WTF!”
She gave me a shrug, a look of sheepish amusement written all over her face.
I shook out my right arm as I nodded my head to my left, which held the book. I lifted it so that she could see I was holding something, even if it was invisible to her. I mouthed: “I have the book.”
She nodded and rose to leave.
I glanced toward the exit, and a pale woman was standing in the doorway. She didn’t look happy. In fact, she looked distinctly unhappy. And completely fucking breathtaking. What was it with dangerous, irresistibly beautiful women in the last twenty-four hours? She might be even more beautiful than Evelyn! And, if she was the vampire, which I was willing to bet she was, she was likely just as deadly as Evie too, if not more. Fuck! This was not good!
Evelyn vaulted over the table before I could finish my mental cursing. She was to the vampire in a flash, launching a powerful stab with her dagger at the beautiful monster’s heart.
The vampire caught Evelyn’s hand before the dagger could reach her and twisted. A look of pain crossed Evelyn’s face as the dagger fell to the floor. Shit! This was really not good!
The vampire pulled back her other hand and fired a fist into Evelyn’s face. Evelyn flew back as it connected, crunching a file cabinet with her back as it halted her momentum.
[VOICE NOTE: FROM EVIE'S POINT OF VIEW]
I was dazed as I felt the metal give way under me. I was much stronger and tougher than a normal woman, but this hurt! Normally, I was up to the task of taking down a vampire, but this one was amped up far beyond normal vampire levels of strength. I had been afraid of that. She had figured out how to use the grimoire...
I reached my fingers to my lip, dabbed at it, then looked at them. They were soaked in blood. Damn! I was going to have to get serious about this fight. I was far from certain I was going to be able to come out of this alive, even if I was serious.
I looked over to Murphy. He was gazing at me wide-eyed. I gave him a little smile and a wink as I extricated myself from the crumpled metal at my back. He was so cute. I had never been on a job with anyone who was particularly concerned about my welfare before. It felt… nice.
The vampire was approaching me. She was a pretty one. Was she prettier than me? I thought about my bloody lip. If she wasn’t now, she would be soon if I kept letting her hit me like that.
The vampire swung, fast and hard. I barely managed to dodge out of the way in time, but I kept my balance and launched a kick with my left leg that caught her in the side. Ouch! Her obliques felt like iron.
The kick managed to send her off balance enough to put her on the floor, but, given how hard her muscled torso had felt as it had impacted my foot, I was certain I hadn’t done any real damage.
Not wanting to wait for her to recover, I reached toward the desk, grabbed the computer and flung it at her. Then, I did the same with the desk. It was heavy, but I managed to whirl it around then into her, as she rose to one knee.
That put her down again. The exertion of launching the large, heavy hardwood desk at her had me breathing heavily. I ran to Murphy and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the exit. That desk wouldn’t delay the vampire for long.
As I guided Murphy out of the room, I felt a hard, wooden edge hit me in the back and send me sprawling into the corner by the doorway. As my face impacted the wall, I had a chance to feel what being hit by a desk felt like, myself. I could have done without that feeling.
[VOICE NOTE: FROM MURPHY'S POINT OF VIEW]
I watched as Evelyn was propelled into the corner by the flying desk, stumbling into it myself, pulled by the momentum from Evelyn’s steely grip. As I steadied myself against both the wall and the remnants of the shattered desk, I looked back to see the vampire on her feet. She began to approach.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
I needed to think fast. What should I do? I looked around the room, but there was nothing that looked to be of use for this situation. What else was there? The book!
I wasn’t sure what this book did, exactly, but I needed to do something! As I looked over the strange words of the text, I heard splintered chunks of wood moving. At least Evelyn was still conscious…
As my eyes scanned over the text, I felt an odd compulsion come over me. It was as if the words connected directly to my brain through my eyes. I can’t explain why or how, but I was suddenly able to understand the words, and I began to speak them softly aloud.
Evelyn, bruised and bloodied from her close encounters with both the vampire’s fist and the flying desk, stumbled to her feet. I was vaguely aware of her in my peripheral vision as the vampire reached her.
The vampire stepped into Evelyn and gripped her arm in a judo-style throw, tossing the battered woman over her hip and slamming her to the ground. Even out of the corner of my eye, I could tell Evelyn was in bad shape, writhing in apparent pain as the vampire continued to deliver punishment to her body.
As the vampire picked her up and flung her against the far wall, Evelyn smashed against it and crumpled to the ground like a rag doll. I was almost finished with the incantation that I was reading, however, and I felt another compulsion coming from the book. This time, it wanted me to choose a target. I had the strong feeling that whatever I was reading was going to be beneficial, not harmful to the recipient, so I chose Evelyn.
Nothing seemed to happen for a moment, but somehow I knew it had. The vampire approached her, and she began to stir. She gave a yelp as the vampire pulled her up, ready to try another throw, but Evelyn’s hands smashed down on the vampire’s arms to break her grip. She then took her hands and placed them on each side of the surprised vampire’s head, pulling it forward in the same motion.
Evelyn’s head impacted the bridge of the vampire’s nose with a crunch. As the vampire staggered back, I noticed that Evelyn had changed. She was even more radiant than she had been before. Blood was still smeared over her face, but her lips no longer seemed to be split and bleeding. Her bruises were fading as well.
Her legs seemed endless now, growing upward to give her another couple of inches of height. They were so incredibly shapely that even in the midst of the fight, I couldn't help but ogle them. Her waist, still tiny, now sported ridges of muscle, her abs so defined that they were clearly visible through her figure-hugging catsuit. Evelyn’s breasts, spectacular before, were now awe-inspiring. Evelyn’s arms were still slim, but they sported hills and valleys of feminine muscle along their length. The air around her practically rippled with power. She was like an erotic panther--graceful, gorgeous, and lethal.
Evelyn hopped upward, bringing her right leg up and over the hunched vampire, hooking its neck with her sinuous leg in a motion similar to that which she had used on the first guard outside.
Her leg closed over the vampire woman’s neck as she brought the leg down, trapping it between calf and hamstring. I heard a massive crack as she did so. The broken neck didn’t seem to have killed the vampire, but she hit the floor in a heap and appeared unable to rise.
Evelyn strolled languidly to the mangled desk, picked her silver dagger out of the detritus, then turned and threw it in one ultrafast movement. The dagger spun through the air, striking the vampire in the middle of the back, sinking to the hilt.
That seemed to do it. The vampire ceased all movement, apparently dead. Evelyn walked to the body, removed her dagger, cleaned it against the vampire’s clothes, then sheathed it in her barely visible holster at the small of her back.
She came over to me, a twinkle of delight in her huge, luminous eyes, grabbed me by the hand and walked me out the door.
[VOICE NOTE: FROM EVIE'S POINT OF VIEW]
When we arrived back at Murphy’s office, he handed me the book. Unable to see it, I could still feel it, and I set it on the chair in which I had sat on our first meeting in this office.
I looked the man over. He was handsome, well-built, reasonably intelligent, good in a fight, and clearly attracted to me. He didn’t work for the council, so he wasn’t forbidden, as virtually every other man I might be interested in was. I was only alive due to Murphy’s quick thinking. Maybe… What the hell? I finally thought.
I walked up to him and kissed him. My newly improved body pushing against his firm, muscled torso. His eyes registered shock and… undisguised desire. I wasn’t sure if this romance could last more than tonight, but I was grateful to him. I wanted him. And I knew exactly how to express gratitude to a man…
[VOICE NOTE: FROM MURPHY'S POINT OF VIEW]
“I’ve never had a knight in shining armor before. Even if his armor is crinkled, wrinkled, and cloth,” she said, her voice dropping to a husky purr as her lips pressed against mine a second time.
“And includes a tie,” she finished, smiling mid-kiss.
I kissed her back. Hard. I felt tingles of ecstasy pulsing down my body from hungry lips. Our kisses became deeper, longer, more passionate. I walked her back toward the desk, and she let me. I was fairly certain that it would have felt something like walking into a brick wall if she hadn’t. I felt her movement stop as the back of her long legs pressed against my desk, then I lowered her onto it while pulling the zipper of her catsuit downward.
She nimbly unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off before running her soft fingers over the muscles of my back. Her back arched slightly, Evelyn clearly aroused by her exploration of my body.
I moved my hands to my neck to remove my tie, which remained on after she had pulled the shirt out from under it, but she moved her hands to mine, stopping me.
“Leave it on,” she said throatily, biting her luscious lower lip.
I gave a brief shrug before moving my hands to peel off her catsuit, revealing the flawless expanse of exquisite flesh beneath.
As I placed my hungry mouth on her perfect breast, I couldn’t help but think one last thought before I lost myself in the perfection of her body.
I guess she really likes ties…