Page 64 of Total Lunar Eclipse
She sighs.
“I know. The Majors are still reeling over that. They’ve been waiting for you, too.”
“I’m sorry she stabbed you. . . I’m glad you’re ok. I was afraid that since Lina hadn’t ingested your essence, you wouldn’t be remade.”
“That is curious. I’m not quite sure what happened. I was hoping you could tell me, but it will have to wait. I’m needed by the incompetent morons on the twelfth floor who dare to call themselves managers.”
I laugh at her outrage.
I love Vesta, but I freaking adore her in Mrs. Gerty form.
She marches off to the stairs and leaves.
I rush over to the desk and look under it to see if a human Elemental is hiding, but no one’s there.
Guess Mrs. Gerty wasn’t getting up to get down.
I turn towards the doors that lead to the presidential suite and walk to them, but then stop.
I do a three-sixty turn and go into the bathroom instead.
Smiling at my reflection, I reach down and toy with my clit.
I think about my guys waiting for me on the other side of the door and push two fingers inside of me, already dripping wet with anticipation. It takes no time at all to work myself into a frenzied orgasm and I gasp out loud as I come. Not satisfied, I pull out my resume and wipe my spectacular scent all over it. Finally, I bypass washing my hands and simply lick my fingers clean.
Fucking perfect.
I wink at my reflection.
Now I’m ready.
CHAPTER 30
ZAHRA
I pull open the heavy right door and slip inside. Immediately, my eyes clash with sixteen others. For a moment, time freezes, and we simply stare at one another. Of course, this is much easier for them because they have one focal point:me.
I’m such a lucky lady.
I, on the other hand, bounce between the familiar gray eyes of the twins, the emerald green of Arawn’s, and the varied brown shades of Mio’s, Khal’s, Kane’s, and Nyam’s eyes. Their gazes give nothing away and it takes all my discipline not to run across the room and throw myself in Kane’s arms.
And Nyam’s.
And everyone else’s.
Khal clears his throat and breaks the spell.
“You’re late, Ms. Delsol,” he says condescendingly.
“And you’re still a dick, Mr. Al-Zahil,” I reply breezily.
I expect his anger, but get his laughter instead and it spurs me into action.
I walk until I’m next Kane and the lime green divan Caed is sprawled on. Before I go any further, I reach out a hand to touch Kane’s shoulder. Resting it there, I give him a small squeeze. He surprises me by turning his head and placing a tender kiss against the back of my hand.
I almost break down like a baby for the second time this day.
Somehow, I maintain my composure and produce my specially perfumed resume and hand it to Khal with a flourish. I expect some reaction, but get nothing and I pout with disappointment.
