Page 19 of The Firebrand
“Alarik.”
“Who is… Never mind. You’ll tell me later.”
“Alarik is Director of the Ministry of Well Being. He’ll explain why I can’t scrub your memory. He’ll fix you, or something. Then you can go home.”
She gripped Rein’s elbow. “Whoa right there, hot stuff. Fix me or something? I’m not broken. Did you ever think you’re the problem? Huh?”
“I’m not. I’ve never failed to erase a memory.”
“Yeah? Well, nothing’s wrong with me either.”Tumor aside.Braelyn poked her temple.“Nothing here will be fixed.”
“Keep this up, I’ll mute you again.”
She snorted but kept her mouth clamped tight. Mid-bickering, they walked into an office with pale-colored walls. Dark wood filing cabinets filled one side, a matching desk on the other. The aroma of exotic perfume weakened Braelyn’s knees, making her fall against Rein.
“Excuse me.” She pushed away, shaking her head to clear it.
Click. Click. Click.
A keyboard.
Under soft lights, a woman in a short-sleeved pink sweater sat at a computer. It was a miracle she could see to type over the top of her Dolly-Parton breasts. As if big boobs weren’t a big enough asset, shiny blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders in loose curls, framing her Botoxed, Hollywood-starlet face. Braelyn swiped a hand down her own meager chest covered by the well-worn T-shirt.
The endowedfemme fatalepaused, fingers above the keyboard, when she saw Rein. She planted a sensuous chin in her palm, elbow resting on the desk, thick lashes fluttering above emerald-green eyes, her fire-engine-red lips puckering.
Braelyn took an instant dislike to the woman.
“Rein,” the woman drawled in a honeyed voice, “I haven’t seen you for so long.” Flaunting a pouty smile, she blew a kiss in his direction.
He strode forward, halting inches from the enchantress, angling toward her, a finger stroking her cheek. “I’ve been busy.”
Feeling ignored, Braelyn dipped her head while adding a little foot action.Tap. Tap. Tap.Body language told her the two had exchanged more than smiles in the past. As strange as it was, she was jealous. She had just met this guy, the damn vampire mix.
No rights here. No rights wanted. White lie.
“Too busy for me, darling?” the seductress asked.
Braelyn chuffed.She’s practically purring. Meow. Where’s her litter box?
The snarly kidnapper grinned, no doubt hooked on big boobs.
“Sorry. I need Alarik. Is he in, Zora?”
“Yes, I’ll tell him you’re here.” With that, the woman rose on dancer’s legs to step away from her desk, hips swaying like a boat in rough seas. Her tight, well-honed midriff peeked beneath her sweater. As she sashayed across the room, Zora’s hot-pink leather miniskirt made love to her rounded ass.
Zora lobbed an over-the-shoulder wink at Rein before she disappeared on the other side of the door.
“Close your mouth. You’re drooling,” said Braelyn. “The boobs are plastic.”
Rein hit Braelyn with a narrowed gaze. Then he threw back his head to laugh. “Ouch. They’re real. Jealous?”
“No. Did you notice her big ass, though?” Braelyn clamped a hand over her lips, smothering the scaly, green-eyed monster clawing its way to the surface. “Sorry, that was just mean. I’m not like this. The truth? She’s hot.”
“Zora’s a succubus. You were dizzy because of a whiff of her pheromones.”
“Really? She’s the reason?”
“Her breed can be a little complicated. I’ll explain later.”
