Page 35 of The Syphon King

“I see your headlights.”

“Oh, good. I think. Remember what I told you.”

“You told me many things.”

“About me not being responsible for Rosavelt’s fashion obsessions.”

“I won’t hold you accountable.”

She pierced his eardrum with a sharp laugh. “That makes me feel so much better.”

He picked up her sarcasm, realizing it made up ninety percent of her communication. “Do you need assurance?”

“Oh no, no, not me. I’m pretending to be a female tonight. Indulge me. Or not. Okay I see you. Well, at least I’m not overdressed. Do you always walk around in suits?”

“When working, yes.”

“Let me guess, you’re always working.”

He chuckled. “You guessed correctly.”

“Where should I park?”

“Right where I’m standing.”

“Oookay, better move. Hanging up so I don’t run over you.”

He slid his phone in his pocket, realizing his dick was still under the influence of whatever his Batty buddy had done. He aimed his gift at his cock, locking it in a prison thatnothing on planet earth could penetrate as he made his way to her car.

The second the door opened, and Miss Skelton stepped out, the effects from his bite slammed him like a linebacker. His sense of smell was now attached to his cock, and he knew instinctively that it wasn’t her perfume that shook the prison around this power but herfemalescent. His sweat glands activated and his mouth filled with saliva. Then his eyes succumbed next, licking a slow gaze over every inch of her body. The combined data produced X-rated images that torched his mind.

“I told you he’d like it!”

Rosavelt’s voice and clapping should’ve broken the spell, but it took forcing his eyes shut to cut the power that had formed between him and her. No, not between. It was one way.

“I think he’s in shock,” Rosavelt whispered.

“My apologies,” he said, sliding a hand over his lowered forehead. “I was dizzy for a second.”

“Uh-oh,” Miss Skelton said, worried. “Are you a diabetic?”

She stood next to him and the urge to touch and taste with every part of himself came with such a force, it startled him. “Iwouldn’t get too close. In case I’m coming down with something.”

“Pfff, I wouldn’t worry about that,” she said, touching his forehead with her hand. “You’re sweating. But you don’t feel feverish. Have you eaten?”

He snatched her wrist and their eyes locked. “Stop touching.”

He released her and she dropped her hand. “Sorry,” she barely mumbled.

“Are you okay Mr. Vex?”

The worried voice of Rosavelt was the bucket of ice water he needed. He lowered to his haunches and took both her hands. “I’m fine now that you’re here. I’ve been counting the minutes till your arrival. All my brothers have, in fact.”

Her smile beamed. “How many brothers do you have?”

“I have twelve.”

She sucked in a huge breath, blue eyes big. “Twelve!I hope they’re not all annoying likemybrother.”

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