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To be the first to find out about new releases click HERE to join my newsletter. It's my life-or it was about to be if the vampire in question showed up.
Which means that I'm the werewolf in this little scenario. Not that it does me any good since I can't change at the full moon. Or any other time for that matter. Non-shifters, as the rest of the were population calls the rare were who can't summon forth his or her animal side, aren't very popular.
In fact, we're about as welcome in the were world as a leper at a tea party. That's why I ended up working for a mostly human law firm instead of sticking with my own kind. Which was how I met the vampire I was waiting for at the bar in the first place. But maybe I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning when I first met Jude Jacobson, one of the most powerful and feared vamps of the greater Tampa Bay area. And let me tell you about the deal he offered me.
A deal with the devil. It was a hot and sultry night and not in a good way. The dog days of August were on us and you could cut the humidity with a knife. I noticed that the lighted digital display on the bank across the street read the temperature at eighty-eight degrees.
Eighty-eight degrees and it was nearly nine o'clock at night. I knew if I stepped outside it would feel as if I were walking through tepid soup so I didn't step outside.
Instead I waited, trying to catch a glimpse of the VIP client who was already supposed to be here. He was the reason I wasn't already home in my ratty bathrobe watching reality show reruns. Dawson, Levine and Taber, the law firm where I worked, handled some minor celebrities from time to time, both human and supernatural, and they prided themselves on accommodating their star clients. Accordingly, instead of closing up shop at five o'clock, we had remained open for DLT's new client, Jude Jacobson.
I say "we" but it wasn't like the entire law firm was there. It was just me and Derek Banner. Derek was one of the senior attorneys at DLT, which was why he'd drawn the plum assignment of working with the new star client. I was only there for backup-I'm just a lowly paralegal. When I say backup, I don't just mean that I was there to assist Derek-although that was part of my job. I was also supposed to protect him if things got a little rough.
Vampires are generally polite to a fault, at least when dealing with the human world, but every once in a while one of them gets a little bloodthirsty-literally-which can be a problem. But they thought nothing of making their only supernatural employee stay unreasonably late hours without even offering me time and a half to compensate me for acting as both a bodyguard and a legal assistant.
You wouldn't think I would be a very effective bodyguard if you saw me. I'm five foot three in my stocking feet and I weigh just a little over a hundred pounds. Thank goodness I'm curvy where it counts, though-I don't have a problem attracting men although none of them wants to hang around once they find out my situation.
No self-respecting were male would date or mate with a non-shifter for fear of passing on the abnormality to their offspring and not many human men are willing to go out with a woman who could beat their bench press numbers cold. Despite the fact that I can't change, I still have the strength of a were-which is roughly three or four times human normal. Of course, I didn't know how effective I'd be against a hundred-year-old vampire if Jude Jacobson got out of line.
But when I'd expressed those doubts to my supervisor he'd just patted me on the shoulder and murmured something about doing my best. I didn't get much respect around DLT and I was getting sick of it. But the economy sucked and there weren't a lot of jobs out there for a wannabe lawyer that had failed the Bar exam twice.
Okay, three times but who's counting? It wasn't that I didn't know my stuff either-I'd been top of all my classes. It's just that I have crippling anxiety issues. When I say that I don't just mean I get a little nervous. I mean, hyperventilating, sweating-bullets, chewing-pieces-out-of-the-desk anxiety.
It's bad. I can control it when there isn't too much riding on the test-I was even okay during finals at law school. But whenever the test is really important and life changing, watch out-I'm down for the count.
I've thought about seeing a doctor for it but anti-anxiety drugs don't work on weres, meaning I could take a truckload of Xanax with no effect. And I've never been able to do that self-hypnosis shit. So I was pretty much stuck-which was how I'd wound up in such a crappy job in the first place. When I'd first come to the firm of DLT I was fresh out of law school and they planned to make me a junior attorney as soon as I passed the Bar.
I was going to be on the fast track for partner and they were glad to get me. After all, how many human firms could say they had a real live were on staff? We usually stick to our own company almost exclusively so hiring me was a real coup for them. None of the human partners gave a damn that I couldn't change, of course, and I fulfilled two other hiring requirements as well-I was a woman and a minority.
Not that I think of my heritage much-my family is as white bread as they come even if our last name is Velez. But it looked great on paper.
Kurt simply looked back at me, matching me stare for stare, not saying anything. His eyes had traveled over my face and then down, and suddenly, I remembered my topless state. I took a step back, clutching my blue and yellow beach towel to my chest and wishing I could hide in the clouds of steam escaping from the shower. I didn't know,,,know you were in here. He didn't ask me to leave, but he didn't ask me to join him either -- as if I could.
We shared the same last name, for God's sake, and we weren't living in hillbilly holler where such a relationship might be, if not condoned, then at least tolerated.
Just because there was no real blood tie between us didn't mean that getting hot and bothered about my stepbrother was in any way acceptable. Eventually, I regained enough control of my motor functions to stumble out of the steamy bathroom, feeling weak in the knees and wondering if it was possible to die of embarrassment. I spent the rest of the vacation avoiding my stepbrother assiduously and wishing he weren't so good-looking and that I weren't so weak.
It was wrong to feel the way I did and I knew it, but there didn't seem to be anything I could do about it. Even though Kurt and I had never mentioned the incident, it wasn't long after that vacation that he moved out of the house and into an apartment of his own.
I stayed at home, both grateful to have the house more to myself and sorry because I missed the big lug. When we could get around the sexual tension and the way he irritated me when he tried to run my life, Kurt and I actually had some pretty interesting conversations. He could be sweet and funny and tell dirty jokes that made me laugh until milk came out of my nose. It was only when he got too close or we accidentally touched that things got uncomfortable. It turned out that I didn't have to worry about missing him too much, though.
I was always running into him on the USF campus where he was a senior and I was a sophomore, and he came back home to visit almost every weekend.
Supposedly, he came to see his dad, but it seemed like he always wound up spending time with me instead -- at a safe distance, that was. Of course, our parents had no idea what was going on under the surface of our happy family. I was pretty sure it would kill my mom, and Kurt's dad wouldn't have been too happy about it either. So we kept things under wraps by not talking about the elephant in the room and pretending to fight and disagree like normal siblings.
Actually, I didn't have to pretend when Kurt started getting all overprotective on me, like he was right now. How do you know it's a legitimate modeling shoot and not one of those skanky porn things like on the Internet?
You know, where they lure in innocent college girls and get them drunk before they start taking pictures? Almost as touching as your faith in my intelligence," I snarled as the brush snagged a knot in my hair. It's an open call for an exercise book -- they need pictures of models to illustrate the different exercises. Damn it, it was really stuck. You're so,,,well, your beauty could make you a target," he ended lamely. My heart began to pound against my ribs. Kurt looked uncomfortable. He had the brush free of my hair now, and he was passing it back and forth between his big hands with nervous energy.
Big-shot Soon-to-be Attorney: I carry mace with me everywhere, and I always check out an assignment before I take it.
You wind up in the wrong place at the wrong time and some of these lowlifes would have you out of your clothes in a minute. Suddenly, I wanted to make him as mad as he made me. But let me tell you something; if I wanted to pose nude, I would. And there wouldn't be a damn thing you could do to stop me. My blouse was a vivid emerald green that brought out my eyes, and my thin black pencil skirt showed off my long, pale legs to perfection. I looked good and I knew it. I didn't need a jerk like my stepbrother to tell me I was pretty.
And I certainly didn't need him telling me what to do. I'm going with you. I turned and glared at him as I stepped out the door. Now go back in the house and leave me alone. The corner of Kurt's full mouth twisted down. I said I was worried about you. Be fair. Search inside document. Kennedy Kairua. Mohit Misra. Janine Coover. Diogo Araujo Soares.
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