Page 6 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
A 10 am coffee date wasnotmy usual strategy, but I could always claim I had something booked for the afternoon if dude turned out to be a creep.
Otherwise, some afternoon delight works fine for me.
Yeah, I was a little sex obsessed, but I was in my prime. Plus, now that I knew I could have monsters of my own someday, I wasn’t interested in settling for just anyone.
Sorry, not sorry, boring humans.
My phone chimed, reminding me I needed to leave soon if I wanted to arrive on time to the unfortunately named Kaffi Kaka.
Time to make the magic happen.
Giving myself a once over in the bathroom mirror, I assessed my current state. I’d showered before going out last night—and Swedish bars were gloriously smoke-free—so all my hair needed was a touch of dry shampoo. To top it off, my bright red dye job was newly touched up and truly serving the evil queen look I was going for.
After adding a practiced swipe of cat eyeliner to each lid, and dabbing on a subtle shade of ‘please, fuck me in the daytime,’ pink gloss to my lips, everything from the neck up was ready to go. I dressed in my favorite pair of boyfriend jeans and a Rolling Stones crop top, before shrugging on a soft yellow designer blazer I’d snagged at a cutthroat sample sale back in NYC.
I’d just finished zipping up my knee-high dominatrix-style boots when a wave of unmistakable déjà vu swept over me, making me stumble backward onto the bed.
Shit, shit, shit.
My vision swam with flashes of imagery—too fast to identify what I was seeing—but the imminent danger vibes were clear. With a gasp, I scrambled for my phone, desperate to call Leia and warn her and her men so they could run.
Wait.
This isn’t about Leia…
Icy fear slithered down my spine as I realized whatever I’d just witnessed didn’t concernher.
The one who should be scared was…
Me.
I need to get the fuck out of here!
Being in a public place sounded better than waiting for something to corner me in my hotel room. Grabbing my purse, I raced out the door and into the elevator, exhaling in relief the instant I found myself surrounded by the familiar throng of bodies on a city sidewalk.
And meeting up with a big, strong Swede will make me feel even safer.
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“There you are,sötnos!I worried I’d frightened you away.”
The aftermath of my vision was still buzzing beneath my skin, but the instant I saw Fen’s too-sharp smile, some of the lingering tension bled from my system.
My hot-bod bodyguard for the day.
Guarding me with his dick.
Yet again, he looked effortlessly handsome. He’d paired junk-gripping jeans with a T-shirt this time—showcasing full sleeves of blackwork tattoos.
Jesus Christ on a pogo stick!
That was it. I didn’t care how weird Fen acted during this deceptively tame daytime date. I now suspected he was a complete animal in the sack, and no way in hell was Igoing to let the opportunity to tap that pass me by.
“It takes more than an invite for coffee to scare me off!” I lightly laughed, shaking off the last of my foreboding feelings.
Gripping my elbow in a weirdly hot way, he led me through the bustling crowd to a magically empty table. Two steaming mugs were waiting for us, along with a tray of pastries, and my cold, dead heart rallied to life.
