Page 70 of Attraction

“Okay… well sounds like it’s going to be great fun then. You do know how to have fun, right?” She smiles, taunting him.

Her comment brings him back into the room and he stares at her. “Oh, I know how to have fun. But trust me, you wouldn’t enjoy my kind of fun.”

“Okay… well now I’m interested. What does an ice-king do for fun?” She laughs and, biting her teeth against her bottom lip, flirts with him. “Does it involve a tequila-worm? The drinking challenge. That’s what they want me to do, right? I saw the neck of the bottle in Zak’s hand. You know you all forget I’ve done all this bullshit with the two other units I served in. I’m not as green as you all seem to think.”

“Oh…” He steps forward, glaring down at her. “I don’t think you’re green at all. I pulled your file and did my research.” He grins. “But what I didn’t tellthemis I thought you’d enjoy it. Still… a whole bottle? No way. You’ll hurl by the end of the night.” He laughs out loud, as his seductive smile fills his pale red lips and his violet eyes sparkle in the stark-sterile light of the office. “The worm—that’s the deal-breaker.”

“Oh, the worm I can handle, I’ve done that before—several times. You do know I went to medical school? There are much worse things I’ve swallowed, believe me.” She laughs. “It’s the liquor that turns my stomach. But don’t worry, I have a plan for that.” Tipping her head playfully, she tries again to flirt with him and break down some of his tough outer shell.

“Really?” His voice drops to a low breathless groan, and he leans his knuckles on the desk, staring across the room at her. “Sounds interesting. I guess time will tell what you’re capable of. Well, if there’s nothing else Lieutenant? I’ll let you get on; it looks as if you have some cleaning up to do.”

Anxiously rubbing her hands together, her thumb again scratches an imaginary line across her palm. She frowns watching him as he stands at the door. “Wait! Actually, there is something. I need to know how you did it.” She swallows, nervously gasping as he turns around to face her and their eyes focus on each other—purple to green. “How did you make me think you cut my hand? I mean, I felt the blood, the pain… the whole sensation as if it were real, but it wasn’t, was it?”

“What, you think I tricked you? That I didn’t do it for real?” He grins.

“How could you have? Done it I mean. There isn’t a scratch on me.” She frowns, looking at her hand, holding it out as she shows him there’s nothing—no mark or scar. Wolves may heal quickly, but even she can’t heal that fast.

“There isn’t. I told you—you have to trust me.”

“No. No, you didn’t do it. So, what was it? Hypnotism? Mind control? Or …maybe a cognitive behavior technique? You’re black-ops trained, so you will have covered psychological warfare techniques. Most advanced training touches on it so maybe you’ve just perfected it? Or was it something else… A hallucinogenic? Yeah, you could have administered it when you kissed me.”

“I kissed you?” He frowns, surprised, and staring at her a flash of fiery lust flickers across his violet eyes. “You know, I think it’s all in your mind. Dehydration will do that to you Lieutenant and you, being a ‘damn good medic’should know that.”

“No! Darius…wait.Shit…I need to know what happened; I need you to tell me what you did.”

“You’ll have to trust me” He smiles. “But I did nothing you didn’t want me to do. It was you offered your hand to me.”

“But was it real or did I imagine it? Please, I need to know.”

“I should go. I have things to do. I’ll see you later Lieutenant.”

“Shit!” She sighs. Slumping back in her chair, she rubs her hands over her face and closes her eyes. As she does, the vision of him touching her pulse fills her thoughts. The feel of his lips—the kiss, imagined or not, stokes a fiery longing between her legs, and leaning her head back against the chair she smiles—enjoying it.

The knock at the door snaps her back into the room. Looking up, she checks the time on the clock. “Oh yeah, yeah. Oz… just give me a minute, I’m just getting changed.” Quickly she gathers her belongings, tossing the running shorts and vest into the medical trash.

She then opens the door.

“Hey there… Sorry about that. Why don’t you come in?”

* * *

Zak and Bud are out of breath as they storm through the front door, and Bud grabs the TV remote—switching it on.

Digby turns and frowns. “What the fuck? No, no… No, no, you can’t be here. You need to go! Seriously, you’ve gotta stop walking in like this, you can’t do that now I have her here.” He grabs at the remote, snatching it from Bud’s hand. “I said no. You need to go!”

“Diggs, you don’t understand. You need to see this!”

“No!Youdon’t understand… she’s just come back feeling horny-as-hell, she stuffed down all the damn pancakes I made, and now shewantsme. Do you know, after two days of her not putting out, how tense my balls feel right now? So, switch that off and turn the hell around and get out… go on, get gone! Zak, c’mon… get the fuck out,” he yells in frustration.

“No, Diggs, you need to shut the hell up! Where’s Kat?”

“She’s runnin’ a bath, waiting…for me.So, you clowns have to go… right now.”

“No. Because youneedto see this!” Zak anxiously keeps his eyes on the hallway. “Seriously Diggs, you need to see the news.”

As Bud finds the channel, Digby frowns. He’s furious and frustrated with the pair of them but seeing the anxious looks on their faces he does as they ask and looks at the TV. “Christ, you two really need to work on your timing… Can this really not wait ‘til later?”

“No. Here, now listen up!”

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