Page 8 of Fangs for the Help
“That would explain the over actin’ ghosts,” Reed agreed, making her laugh.
“How does a g-g-ghost over act?” she asked.
“Wear several sheets instead of one?” Idris suggested as they turned right at the top of the stairs.
“Maybe they’d sing opera instead of moaning,” Silas offered. They kept coming up with ideas until they got to an open door. As if they practiced the maneuver, Silas and Idris stopped at the door and let go of her hands.
“Here we are,” Silas said. “I had one of my employees pack an overnight bag for you, it’s on the bed.”
“Y-y-ou d-d-did what?” she asked, stepping away from them and into the room. Crossing her arms over her chest, she stared at Silas and raised an eyebrow.
“I didn’t want you to go without familiar things, so I had an employee stop by your apartment and pack. I assure you she didn’t snoop, she’s very trustworthy. She’s worked for me for years.”
“M-m-my place!” she protested.
“She’s a pixie so she didn’t break anything to get in,” he said, tilting in his head. “Or do you object that she was there at all?”
“That!” she said, jabbing a finger at him.
He looked hurt. “Oh, well, I only wanted you to be comfortable.”
She couldn’t stay mad at that expression. With a sigh she dropped her arms to the side. “Ask next t-t-time. Okay?
What was she saying? This was a twenty-four-hour deal, there would be no next time. No more being carried around my Idris, holding hands with Silas, or eating food made by Reed. It was weird to realize she was going to miss these guys when their time was up. She’d only been with them for a few hours, and she was already attached.
Rubbing her hands over her face, she pulled in a deep breath and looked around the room. The bed was queen sized and definitely not big enough for the four of them.
“Will you guys be s-s-sleeping in here?” she asked.
Reed laughed and pointed at a door across the hall and about ten feet down. “Our room is right there.”
“Th-th-this isn’t your room?” she asked, confused.
“Of course not,” Silas said, then stepped forward. “It’s almost midnight, and you're probably used to being in bed by now.”
When he leaned over, she closed her eyes in anticipation of a kiss. Instead, he brushed his lips across her forehead.
“If you need anything, please call for us,” he murmured, straightening up. “Rest now so we can spend the day together.”
Reed and Idris wished her a good night as Silas stepped out of the room. She saw longing looks from all three men, but none of them insisted on staying as Silas softly closed the door.
That was it?
She’d expected to be ravished, but the guys had all left her alone as if she really was a guest instead of a blackmailer. Or was she the one being blackmailed now?
Whatever, it didn’t matter. Throwing up her hands, she grabbed her bag and marched into the bathroom. A shower and comfy pajamas sounded really good right now.
Chapter 4
Flopping onto her back, Cassi stared up at the dark ceiling. Giving up, she grabbed her cell phone from the nightstand. The screen was painfully bright after staring into the dark. It took her a moment to make out 2 AM. She was no closer to falling asleep than she’d been several hours ago.
She was usually a good sleeper, but the previous events would give anyone a bout of insomnia. Well, she could stay in bed moaning about it as the night ticked by one agonizing minute at a time, or she could head down to the kitchen and make a warm drink. That had helped in the past, maybe it would do the trick this time.
The pixie who’d packed her pack had thoughtfully included her slippers. Digging them out, she shuffled to the bedroom door without bothering to turn on any lights.
Unlatching the door, she prepared to tiptoe downstairs; the last thing she wanted to do was upset anyone’s sleep. They said they shared the room across the hall, but did Silas sleep there too? Didn’t vampires sleep in coffins, or was that a myth? Hecertainly didn’t seem like the monster of legend, so the coffin thing was probably fake. If anything, he reminded her of—
“Akk!” she screamed when she turned the knob only to have the door swing violently back. Jumping out of the way, she watched with wide eyes as Idris fell back into the room, Reed half on top of him.
