Page 8 of Infiltrated

I opened a mental link between me and Pixie, and gave her a mental high-five.

“Well, it was nice to meet you all. I’ll be back shortly, I have to get ready.” She sends them a saucy wink.

We paused to admire her ass jiggle in her work shorts, which were more like boy shorts. God, I love her. Anyways, I snapped my fingers at the boys.

“So, this is sure to be quite a fascinating night. Elite team, right?” I smirked.

Etienne spoke up first, “How did you know?”

“It could have been the all black, the sense of superiority, the sexy brooding. Or the more obvious fact that you’re all ridiculously built, over six feet, and still move with the silence and fluidity of the wind! Maybe it’s the fact that each of you have knives strapped to your legs but most importantly, you all have the Shadow standard, concealed body sword on your right pant leg which explains the utility belt with no weapons on it. You hide them inside. Am I wrong” I resisted the under to show my confusion on my face for that.., the standard body sword, I never understood the need to carry it inside the pant leg, but I guess that’s a secret for the Academy to share. As it was, it felt like the start of a possible Magick Mike moment.

I kept going before they responded, drumming my hands on the table. “But you’re not regular Shadows because you reek of dominance, you’re traveling in a team of four instead of patrolling in a team of two as is standard. Which means you all bring a certain level of game changing powers to the table and are strong as fuck. Which also means that the four of you together are nigh-impossible to beat.”

They stilled and the intensity of their gaze all focused on me. Dante shook it off first going for his natural charisma, but with a mental push to see how I tick, which pissed me the fuck off. Fucker. Normal magicks wouldn’t have noticed, but I wasn’t normal. It also wasn’t in me to let it slide.

“Well, damn sexy, observant, smart, and you beat Dimitri’s ass. I wonder what else you have hidden,” he said.

I leaned in close to him, ran my hand up his leg and brushed his dick, ignoring the shock of electricity, and said loud enough for everyone to hear, “A tight pussy and the ability to kick your ass if you try to use your powers on me again.” I smirked.

Dante cleared his throat. “Well, umm, errr, I’m sorry about the powers.” He looked choked up and turned on.Good, now that makes both of us.

“I have to ask,” he drawled, “I am pretty skilled. How did you know I was trying to get into your mind?” He had a confident voice, not one that indicated that he was cocky in any way. I could appreciate that.

They seemed to sit up a bit straighter to hear my answer. I looked around the club, taking my sweet time to answer. I took in the personal booths, full of societies’ highest and the girls taking a few of the members into the back rooms. I laughed a bit, they will probably just take five minutes in there. Sex starved men by their prude high caste wives. Poor them. I looked at Dante. “Well, the answer is simple. I’m stronger.” I smirked and took a swig of his beer before he put it to his mouth.

Luca chose that moment to speak up, “Impossible.” That’s it. One word.

“Wow, man of many words! Well, it’s not only possible, but it’s the truth. Truth Hurts. And in the words of Lizzo, ‘Why men great till they gotta be great.’ You were great, until you met me. Step up your game, boys. You’re going to find I’m full of surprises. I mean, I’m assuming that’s why you followed me, right? Although not very well, it did take you a week, unless you’re actually not too fascinated by me, and are looking for something else?”

He cleared his throat, looking a bit uncomfortable. Then our thighs touched again and the electricity spiked down my leg this time. Sigh,fuck a flying donkey and make dragon babies, this attraction was definitely not a fluke, then. “Let me introduce everyone,” he continued. “I’m Luca, the one you call Blue Eyes is Etienne, next to me is Dimitri, and the, um, wet dream is Dante,” he finished, albeit a bit uncomfortably, at saying Dante’s nickname.

“Well gentlemen, despite the stalking me into a strip club portion of our night, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Charlie, also known as Ellie,” I said, not unkindly.

“We know,” said Dimitri. “People seem to speak highly of you in the surrounding area; a fighter who takes care of others. You’ve made a pretty impression on almost everyone we have met. That, or they are terrified of you. There is no in between.”

I shrugged. “Hmm, sounds about right, what do you think about me?” I asked, genuinely curious despite myself.

“I think you’re cocky as fuck and have a mouth you probably can’t back up…” he trailed off.

I laughed. “We’ll see. I’ll bet on that, Dimitri.”

I turned to my right, blowing off Dimitri entirely, to observe Etienne a bit more since he wouldn’t stop staring at me.

“Etienne, that is a very sexy name, means Crown in French. Very royal. I guess that is why you observe more than you speak. Staring is rude, by the way, but I’m going to go ahead and assume you pick up on body language and tells, which makes you LEDD’s walking lie detector. That’s pretty cool,” I finished, looking casual as this was something anyone can guess after ten minutes.

I keep looking around taking note of everyone around, and I let out a deep sigh. “You are all staring again, it is getting kind of intense, is this where the porn music starts?” I laugh because I’m fucking hilarious. They cracked a smirk.

Before Etienne could respond, Dante questioned, “LEDD?”

“Oh”—I waved my hand—“I like acronyms, you all are now LEDD. You’re welcome.”

Before he could respond, Etienne continued with his French accent thick in the air, “Not a lot of people, hell barely anyone, can tell what my powers are. The fact that you do is very…intriguing to say the least.” Wow, that was incredibly sexy. My mouth was dry and I cleared my throat to try to focus.

I didn’t miss his emphasis on the word intriguing. It can either mean he is genuinely intrigued or he has marked me as a potential enemy, or bed mate. Only time will tell.

“Well, you used air manipulation last time we met, and usually everyone who is Elite has two powers.” Then I threw in for the heck of it. “Your French accent completely threw me for a loop, but I must say I really like it,” I said with a smile.

“Why is that, Chérie?” Etienne smirked with mirth in his eyes.

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