Page 20 of Her Trick His Treat

“This is your place?” I asked, cheeks hitting at the way it came out.

“No talking yet, Vixen.”

I squeezed my legs shut at his command, hoping to ease the ache. I really hoped Shadow Man was going to keep the instructions coming because once he found out how new I was to this, he was likely going to pitch a fit.

Please don’t find out.

This behavior was so unlike me. But wasn’t that part of why I’d moved. To not be like me anymore?

I mean, I liked myself fine. But I was too closed off. Jan was right about that. I needed more than books and movies in my life. I needed people.

A person.

A connection.

Sex. I needed sex.

Maybe it was the alcohol I’d consumed. Or the fact I was too old to still technically be a virgin. Or perhaps it was because it was the one night a year when magic supposedly ran wild and the veil between worlds lifted.

Maybe it was all three.

All I knew was by the time Shadow Man rounded the front of the vehicle again, those endless black eyes staring out at me, I was more than ready to let him take the lead.

“Come with me,” he said in that deep, gravelly voice of his.

I took his proffered hand, swallowed my nerves, and allowed him to pull me out of the car.

Was this safe?

I should have probably thought about that before I got in his car. But he knew Jan’s husband, right?

For some reason, none of the usual warning bells were going off. The ones you got when you met someone who was creepy. Maybe his intentions were noble.

My pulse quickened as I took in the surroundings.

Was this really about to happen?

The thought both thrilled and intimidated me. The cool night air enveloped me, grounding me in the moment.

It was eerily quiet. A contrast to the constant buzz of attraction whispering in my veins.

In the distance, I heard leaves rustling with the breeze, but it only heightened my awareness, whetting my curiosity about what lay ahead.

Still in his Shadow Man mask, Tommy moved to my side, and the proximity sent a shiver down my spine.

There was an undeniable chemistry between us, a magnetic pull that made every moment feel charged with potential.

“Ready to explore?” he asked, his tone playful yet eager.

I nodded, excitement bubbling within me.

He approached the front door, using a code and a thumbprint to open the complicated-looking system.

Once inside, he did something similar to the alarm. He didn’t speak, and I wondered if maybe he was regretting his decision to bring me here.

My nerves were on edge, and I was so amped, I felt like a ticking time bomb

I had little time to take in my surroundings, eager as we both were to get to his bedroom. I barely glanced at the matte gray walls and wood trim. Framed photography lined the walls of the large sitting room I spied as he guided me down a hallway and up the stairs to the next level.

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