Page 1 of Fire Dragon Lover

One

Gretchen

Just let me kiss him, once! Only once to know how it feels...She sighed and watched him on the television.Gretchen's thoughts swirled in her mind regarding her handsome and generous boss as she cupped one cheek in a hand and stared off dreamily.He's so incredibly perfect!She admired him for the collaborative efforts he created, to include his secret charity donations and work for humans and metahumans alike, hence the television appearance.

Logan Slade had been her boss for over a year now and every day she fell more and more hopelessly in love with him. Not just because he was a hottie with a tight ass and muscular frame, but also due to his heart and giving nature. His aversion to being the center of attention was noticeable while his speech was televised. She giggled and thought it was a cute quirk on his part, knowing he was always in the spotlight.

Gretchen loved her position as Mr. Slade's secretary, because it gave her insight into his personality and his general kindness. The benefits of this job were amazing and he was very generous with bonuses. Just an all-around good guy; liked by everyone. Not to mention, free looks at his firm ass when he passed by her desk.Now that's a definite benefit – for my feasting.Sometimes she wished she would catch him staring at her longingly, with love and desire.

Who am I kidding?She knew a love between the two of them would never come to fruition, simply because of their office relationship. But she secretly hoped and played scenarios out in her mind. That was like being a cat that toyed with a mouse that limped away. All of these nights, going to bed and wondering what lying next to him would be like was as futile as an ice cube in hell! That's how she felt, frustrated and tormented by a love that she couldn't have.

Slam! Gretchen was pulled from her erotic visions when her roommate came in from her evening jog. “What's up, roomie?” She bounded into the room with a bright smile and placed a bag on the table. She always looked so great when she came back from her run.

“Nothing much, same ole, same ole,” Gretchen responded in despair.

She knew immediately that Jessica could see the look on her face and hear the lilt in her voice. “Alright, give it up. NOW. Admit to me and yourself that you love this handsome fucker!” she exclaimed while she pointed at the image on TV. “C'mon, gal! Stop doing this to yourself!” She waltzed over and punched my shoulder playfully. “Look, I am so tired of finding you staring away at your boss and not doing anything to make it happen!”

“You've got to be freaking kidding me!” Gretchen would be mortified if Mr. Slade ever knew how she truly felt. “You don't actually know what I am thinking!”

“Oh, yes! Indeed I do.” Jessica responded with a smirk. “You think I've not been there or seen that look planted on another girl's face over some guy? Oh! Only this isn't just some guy,” she teased and continued, “It'syour boss!” When she whispered, it made it seem taboo, even cliché.

“Well, I'm entitled to my privacy!” Gretchen retorted.

“Not when it's written all over your face for everyone to read.” Jessica turned and headed to the shower and glanced over at her with a smug look. “Do something about it.”

Damn it!Gretchen mused on that statement.She's right.Maybe...

Two

Logan

Logan Slade waved at the cameras, straightened his tie, and slid into the back seat of the car. Robert, his driver, sat in front. Rob was a good guy—a werewolf who Logan could trust even in these tense times. He gave his driver a nod, and the car glided out of the parking garage.

Logan rested his head back against the seat and let out a deep sigh. He'd just finished another speech on Metahuman rights. It was the third day of the convention, and while bringing awareness to the public was important, it was also a lot of work.

Ever since the Veil fell, and all of humanity knew that shifters of all kinds existed, it had been challenging. Even though Metahumans had been there all along, they had to reintegrate into society now that everyone knew Metahumans existed. There was fear, suspicion, and paranoia running rampant. People who'd been neighbors for years turned on each other, sometimes even when neither of them were metas.

The dual nature of a shifter made many people think of them as deceitful by nature and viewed their abilities as inherently dangerous. The second point was something Logan had to concede. Yes, a shifter could be dangerous, and their powers gave them an advantage in a one-on-one fight against most humans. But the humans had them outnumbered.

His dragon made him stronger than a human, but even he had his limits. The back-to-back meetings and speeches were draining him. It was a delicate balance, and Logan still had two more days of rubbing elbows with politicians and donors. It was part of the job to smooth over any lingering tensions and get people to understand that while Metas had powers, they still had rights. Or at least they should.

Rob slammed the breaks, and Logan's eyes shot open. A truck in front and a van behind them had them trapped in the middle of an intersection. Logan looked right and then left. Then he saw it, a ten-wheeler truck that was heading straight towards them.

"Move!" he yelled as he scrambled with his own seatbelt. He hoped Rob had listened to him as he dove out the door and rolled away from the vehicle seconds before the truck impacted and the whole wreck exploded. A battering ram loaded with explosives. Whoever it was trying to kill him must have really been pissed that the sniper only managed to clip his arm three days ago.

Men in black balaclavas that carried very large guns started to rush towards him. He looked over at Rob, who'd caught some shrapnel from the explosion with his stomach. A human would certainly have died. Rob's chances were maybe 50/50. Less so if they didn't get out of there.

Logan grabbed him by his shirt collar as Rob grabbed the jagged piece of metal.

"Don't pull it out, or you'll bleed to death," he yelled as he started to drag Rob away from the scene. Then the bullets began to fly. Logan let out a fearsome dragon roar as he felt one hit his shoulder.

Three

Logan

Logan switched to his good arm and as he continued to drag Rob away from the scene. His shoulder wound would have been nothing if he could shift into his dragon form, but that was against the policies dictated by Draconis Fire.

A dragon in the city could cause horrendous damage, and it would upset the fragile alliance Draconis Fire had struck with local governments. While Draconis Fire said they could shift if absolutely necessary, even as bad as it was, Logan wasn't out of options yet. A dragon flying down Main Street was a bad idea even when the Veil meant mortals didn't notice every bit of metahuman activity. Now, in full view, it could cause panic.

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