Page 9 of That Mafioso Magic
“Hello, how may I help you?” he asked.
“Your boss, we need to see him,” was a female’s response.
“My partner, you mean. May I ask what this is about?”
“We’d like to discuss that with your partner, Mr. Elias.”
“We?” Xavier inquired.
That was when I stood up to see what was going on. I peeked my head out of my doorway to see a gorgeous Nubian woman standing on the other side of Xavier’s desk. She was wearing a tailored, navy-blue pin-striped suit with heels that looked lethal and expensive at the same time. She was towering at well over six feet and I was sure four inches of that were due to her spiked designer heels. Her long hair flowed in crinkles down her back, making her look all the more beautiful. Her pretty, brown eyes were sharp as she looked at both Xavier and me, calculating. But there was something else I was getting off her aura. She was a shifter, but I didn’t know what kind.
“I’m Adrian Elias, this is Xavier Diaz. How can we help you?” I asked, getting involved, and making sure I included Xavier, because we handled every case together. What they had to discuss with me, they could say in front of him.
“My boss was hoping you could assist him with a case,” she said.
“Well, if your boss is here, we’d love to speak with him about his case,” I said.
She nodded, then walked out.
“What the fuck?” Xavier asked as he tossed me a glance.
“She’s a shifter, so keep alert,” I told him.
“Just what the hell kind of case would a shifter need our help with?” he asked.
I shrugged. “Let’s find out.”
The door opened again and the female returned, but this time, a tall and extremely fucking dynamic black man followed behind her. Holy shit, he was my wet dream and everything in between. His very presence sent something through me and I found myself retreating to my office just to sit down before my legs gave out. I was literally swooning and didn’t know why. Xavier led them into my office, then motioned to the chairs in front of my desk, which they took.
The man of every sexual fantasy I’d ever had seemed to fall into the chair just as heavily as I fell into mine. We were staring at each other as if we were a marvel of a puzzle neither could understand. I felt like I was getting a fever; my body temperature was rising like a volcano getting ready to erupt. I looked at him as he was undoing his tie, which looked more expensive than three-months’ worth of my rent. Next came the first three buttons of his shirt. He even removed his jacket, and I could tell the body underneath all the pricey fabric was obviously a gift from God. Not to mention, a most sinful temptation because I saw myself licking my way from his collarbone to his… lord, what was going on?
“Is it hot in here?” he asked as his chest began to heave. Oh, sweet baby Jesus, the sound of his sexy, deep voice revved up my libido like a bolt of lightning.
His female companion was giving him the same kind of confused look Xavier was giving me and shook her head. “No, boss.”
“It looks like you both could use some cold water,” Xavier said, then he left the office to grab two bottles of water from our fridge. He returned, handing a bottle to me and the other to our mystery guest. We snatched the bottles, twisted them open, and guzzled the contents at the same time. “Dios Mio! Are you okay, Adrian?”
I was wearing a t-shirt, but I swore I was almost willing to snatch it off. Thank goodness the water was helping to cool me down. I looked at my client, and his female companion was rubbing his back as he did some practice breathing, trying to cool himself down naturally. Whatever was happening was happening only to us and I was curious as fuck as to why. My dick was aching with a need I’d never felt before. It was as if my entire being wanted to reach out to the stranger and be engulfed by him. My asshole was tingling in a way that was literally driving me mad, making it hard to focus my thoughts.
My gorgeous stranger grabbed his suit jacket and placed it over his lap after his female companion gasped at what I was sure was his erection. “Holy shit,” he huffed. “What the fuck is going on?” He rubbed the sweat off his forehead with his hand.
“I… I think you should leave,” I said. It was the only thing I could think to say.
“You haven’t heard the reason why we need you,” his female companion said.
“Explain it to him. I’ll wait in the car,” said the reason why my mouth was salivating. He sprang up from the chair and left my office with the speed of a shifter. But once he was gone, the sensation flowing through me dimmed, but didn’t disappear. I was still feeling this energy flowing through me that was unrelenting, but at least I could focus a little now.
“What’s going on?” Xavier asked, helping me out by fanning a piece of mail at me.
“What we discuss here is protected under client confidentiality, right?” the female asked.
I nodded. “Within means. Some P.I.s have more questionable morals than I do.” I looked at Xavier. “Can I get another water?”
“Sure.” He left and returned with another bottle.
This time, I thanked him and didn’t snatch it out of his hand like some uncouth heathen. The water cooled me down enough to get me back into the game. “Why don’t you tell me the problem and I’ll let you know if I can help. If I can’t, I can recommend a P.I. that will.”
“Most P.I.s aren’t that generous.”
