Page 68 of Howl for Me
“His eyes,” she whispers. “And the teeth.”
Even Hector raises a brow. “Yeah, he’s Johnny Howler. He’s a werewolf.”
She looks at him like he’s lost his damn mind, then lets out a short, nervous laugh. “Okay. This is all a joke.”
I arch a brow, amused. Oh, this is rich.
She gestures toward me. “How’d you get your eyes to do that? The teeth I get. Prosthetics maybe. But your eyes, they flashed gold.”
Shit. So they did. Usually, I’ve got better control, but her scent’s messing with my head.
Hector frowns. “Wait, you’ve never seen a werewolf before? How the hell did you even hear about this job?”
She hesitates. “I met Reggie and Teddy at a party last night. One of them said he could get me a job.”
Hector slams a fist on the desk. “Fucking idiots!”
I burst out laughing. Oh, I am loving this. Those two stoners really outdid themselves this time. See, Magic Moonlight Studios isn’t exactly your run-of-the-mill production house. It’s underground, and it’s very not human. Shifter porn’s my bread and butter, but we’ve got vampires, tentacled fishmen, orcs, ghosts. Hell, we’ve got a guy who’s invisible.. You want it? We film it. And sweet Cassidy here looks like she just stumbled into Wonderland and realized the rabbit has a hard-on.
“I’m going to go,” she says carefully, voice thin and shaking. “I appreciate your time.”
Hector cuts her off, all business. “I’m afraid I can’t let you leave.”
She freezes.
“You’ve walked into a studio that specializes in a very niche market,” he continues, standing now, pacing like a lion in a cheap suit. “We’re talking humans fucking werewolves. Vampires. Mothmen. Orcs. On camera. For money.”
“Porn?” she gasps, practically choking on the word.
“Oh no,” Hector says, eyes flashing. “Not just porn. Monster porn. And now that you know it exists, now that you’ve seen what we are, I can’t let you walk out and tell the world monsters are real and we’ve got a goddamn franchise.”
She stares at him, wide-eyed. Hector’s red in the face now, shouting, spit flying.
“Jesus,” she whispers. “So, you’re really a werewolf? The eyes… the teeth…”
I grin again, slow and wicked. “The better to see you with, and eat you with, my dear.”
She bolts.
Just like that, straight out the door, no hesitation.
Hector spins on me, furious. “You just had to be an asshole, didn’t you?”
I shrug, laughing under my breath. “Hey, this isn’t my fault.”
“She’s your assistant, Johnny,” Hector growls. “Your last chance. If you screw this up, I’m cashing in your soul.”
I want to tear him apart. Rip the demon’s black heart out and crush it in my fist.
Instead, I turn and follow the scent of my brand-new assistant.
Still spicy. Still sweet.
Still running. She smells so damn good.
Chapter Six
Cassidy
