Page 36 of Howl You Doin?
“Okay,” she says, watching him leave through the other door to the kitchen.
I’d have to chase him through the castle to catch up to him, and he knows it. He and I will be having a talk later, but I came here for a reason and that was to make sure Whitley wasn’t in her room.
I curse under my breath and turn around to head the way I came.
Frank is going out of his way to skulk around the castle and get close to my employees, and it has me on edge. He’s not even trying to hide it, which means he’s flaunting it on purpose.
My teeth grind together as I reach her room, select the castle’s skeleton key from my key ring, and slide it into her lock.As I open the door, the air from her bedroom touches my face, and I barely remember to hold my breath.
This is going to be difficult.
One deep breath in and regret is instant. My balls tighten in my sack and my cock hardens immediately. The head of my dick swells lightning fast, as if it has been shot full of Viagra, and I groan when it starts to pulsate, weeping from the tip. What I wouldn’t give to still be wearing my much roomier sports shorts.
Sneaking inside, I eye the bedroom I decorated not so long ago with colors of gray and blue. I just didn’t realize anyone would be staying in these rooms for at least a few more years.
I pass the unmade bed and head toward the bathroom. Surely women keep their perfume in the bathroom. When that doesn’t prove fruitful, I begin checking all the tables, drawers, and anywhere else she may have hidden it.
A few minutes later, my search reveals little, and it’s as if she barely has belongings.
Two sets of uniforms sit in the closet, but there is nothing else that even remotely says a woman lives here. A frown tightens between my brows.
“Does the woman not own clothes?” I growl at the scent of her choking me out, then whimper when my muscles flex and bunch. “Dammit, where is it?”
Raising my nose in the air, I try to track the perfume bottle’s location. The sooner I have the bottle, the sooner I can get out of here. I sniff the air, my nose wrinkling at the heavy, ball-clutching aroma.
I stop at the side of the bed and bend, sniffing at her sheets like a crazy person.
I moan, my cock like an iron rod in my slacks. I sniff again and my eyes roll to the back of my head. How does she smellthatgood?
My eyes turn to yellow, and I look down as my hands sprout claws. I’m running out of time. Fuck! But if I can find the perfume, I can make it stop. I won’t have this reaction to her and there will be no danger.
After I force myself to quit sniffing her bed like a creep, embarrassment prickling the back of my neck, the half-open drawer next to her bed catches my eye. I don’t think I ever checked it, not even when I came in here last time to look for hacking devices.
I inhale at the naughty, spicy aroma coming from it and open the nightstand drawer. My jaw drops. Toys in all shapes and sizes.
“Well alright then, Miss Whitley,” I mutter, and a gravelly laugh escapes me.
What she lacks in clothing, she more than makes up for in female pleasure devices—five of them. One of them is a gaudy, glittering pink, while another looks like some kind of clit sucker.
I groan when my cock pulses painfully at the thought of her thick, luscious thighs spreading as I tease her with one of these. I inhale again and shudder, my vision still a bright yellow. Are those beads around one of them? I pick up the device before I can think better of it.
“Thank you so much for doing this.”
I freeze, hearing her voice traveling down the hallway toward her bedroom. Shit. Isn’t she supposed to be in the kitchen for another hour? I look down at my watch and realize breakfast has ended.
How long have I been in this room? I look around, wondering if I’ve somehow lost track of time due to my head swimming with lust.
“It’s no trouble at all.”
The sound of that voice jolts me into action, and I escape to the bathroom to hide as they get closer, wondering what the fuck Frank is doing here.
“No, really,” she continues. “You didn’t have to walk me all the way to my room just because I made you a meal.” Then she laughs as she says, “You know, you don’t seem anything like what they say on TV.”
“Oh, the rumors are all true. I rarely do anything out of kindness,” Frank replies, and my nose wrinkles at the truth of that statement.
She snorts, and I know she’s getting ready to argue. “I don’t think that’s true at all. You’ve made my day already with the wolf cake idea.”
“I actually wanted to catch you alone and while you weren’t working. I wondered if you wouldn’t mind having dinner with me one evening?”
