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Chapter the second of this - I'm sorry it's so soon (lacking suspense or whatever) but I'm trying to catch up with the story so far!
A breeze through the office and hot breath on her neck alerted Vicki to his presence.
“I think for your birthday I ought to get you one of those collars that cats wear. You know - with a bell.” She didn’t even take her eyes off the paperwork she was working on. A soft chuckle from behind her sent a shiver up her spine.
“I’d rather a more…personal gift, Victoria.” His fingers gently pulled a lock of her hair and tucked it behind her ear. He relished the quickening of her heart rate and took in the delicious change in her scent. His grin broadened.
“Uh…” She was momentarily stunned, unable to control the rush of desire for him. “Well I could just give you me…” Her tone was seductive, unlike he had ever heard it before. He took a step backward, unsure how to take the sudden change in her behaviour. She gasped and a hand flew to her mouth in shock at what she’d just said.
“Ohmygod…Why the hell did I just say that?” She stood quickly and pointed an accusing finger at him. “You did something! You did the mind - control thing! That’s really, really sick, Henry…”
He folded his arms and looked at her sternly. What on earth was wrong with her?
“Victoria, as I have reminded you several times before the…'mind - control thing' doesn’t work on you. Even if it did I wouldn’t use it for that.” One side of his lip curled upward. “You said that all by yourself. And judging by your scent you meant it…”
“No, no I didn’t…I definitely did not! I wouldn’t…I wasn’t even thinking it!”
“Your brands…Are they as normal?” He was beginning to worry; her pulse was rushing and he could sense she was genuinely confused. She pulled up the sleeves of the grey jumper she was wearing and confirmed that they didn’t seem to be doing anything.
“Well then, Vicki, It seems you must just be having a bout of honesty. Anything else you want to confess? Any…secret desires you’d like to fill me in on?”
“Well…there is this one where your head isn’t absurdly large…” He looked completely taken aback. The remark wasn’t said in the usual playful way; it was, in fact, spoken rather maliciously. She immediately appeared immensely apologetic, but it was too late. He appeared directly in front of her, his eyes opaque pools of anger, his sharp fangs bared at her.
“Do not assume that you can insult me as you do the good Detective.”
She swallowed and wet her lips, wondering what to say to calm him down.
“I’m sorry, Henry,” Vicki began, looking into those deep, dark pools, hoping they would return to their more human form, “I truly am…I don’t know why I said that. I think there’s something weird wrong with me…”
He looked into her eyes, examining them. He pushed the beast down within him and his features returned to normal.
“I believe you. Describe what happened.” He stepped away from her, arms folded once more.
“I don’t know; it’s like…you know when something just pops into your head and even if you don’t think it enough to say it out loud you kind of…think it for a second anyways?” She sighed, her gestures indicating she was trying to find the right words. “I don’t know…they just seem to come right out of my mouth…”
“Perhaps it isn’t a ‘weird’ problem - it may just be tiredness. You have been working day and night lately and it can’t be doing you any good. I should go, and let you get some rest.” He pushed the same lock of hair back behind her ear once more. Suddenly, he was at the door. He turned, one eyebrow raised and a patented Fitzroy blinder of a smile directed at her.
“Oh, and I hope you don’t over - wrap my birthday present. I’d hate to waste wrapping tearing it off…”
Then he was gone.