"Now let's go," he said with a final yank.
That was it. She was going to have to do something.
"Val," Apollo called from down the hall.
Apollo breathed in through his nose. This was the last fucking thing he needed to have happen. With everyone breathing down his neck that he was too much of a hot head, it wouldn't really look too good if they had to come deal with the police. But that was exactly what was going to happen if that piece of shit didn't step the fuck back. Because Apollo was three steps away from ripping his arms clean off his body.
The cowardly man curled away and backed up to his door.
Val stared at him in a mixture of awe and near horror.
He gave a wide smile to her.
"You ready for this weekend?" he said and stopped just in front of her.
She nodded up at him.
The little prick still stood by his door, watching sourly.
This wasn't going to work.
Apollo hefted the suitcase up with ease and placed a hand at her back. For the first time, he noticed that she'd changed while he was outside. The soft t-shirt material was warm under his hand.
They moved closer to the elevator, and his hand slipped over her ass. She gasped but kept moving.
"He's still watching," Apollo said quietly.
His hand twitched as it rested comfortably on her soft ass. She was so tiny he wouldn't have even thought she would have one, but it fit nicely in his palm.
The door dinged open, and he held the door open as she stepped inside with the suitcase.
His eyes found the piece of shit glaring at them. Apollo felt his temper rise as he looked at the worthless man.
He turned to Val and then smirked at the piece of shit. If he wanted to watch, Apollo would give him something special.
She gasped when he pulled her hard against him. Apollo looked down at her pretty pale features, and for a moment, nothing else mattered. He could smell the rich honey scent that set all his senses on fire and made him burn when near her.
Vestal.
His mouth sought hers in desperation. Their lips met, and he could feel his body hum with need.
Because she was so much shorter, he leaned over her. The position was frustrating, and he grunted in irritation. All else forgotten, Apollo turned and lifted her up. Without a word, she wrapped her legs tightly around his middle. He groaned at the new position and wove his hands from her tight ass to her back.
The elevator dinged, and his eyes snapped open.
The neighbor stared in horror. Apollo could see the reflection of the light from his clearly glowing eyes on his glasses. Even with them on, the little shit could probably see the light, too.
The door slammed shut, and reality slammed into him. Not only was he sincerely making out with the new employee, but her douche neighbor now knew what he was.
With all the strength he could muster, Apollo pulled back and placed her easily on the floor.
"That should do it," he mumbled and looked the other direction.
"What?" Val asked. Her voice was husky and slightly dazed. The sound nearly drove him back into her embrace.
He cleared his throat and stepped further to the side. The door opened, and he pressed the button to keep it open.
"The neighbor," he said and glanced at her when she didn't move. "He should leave you alone now."
The warm honey smell vanished, as if it had never even been there.
Val pushed hard against him as she made her way out.
"Well, ain't that just perfect?" she hissed and kept going.
Apollo sighed. He was starting to think it may have been better to just have taken his chances with beating up the piece of shit.
Chapter Six
Val was quiet the whole ride to Luna Lodge. She hadn't even wanted to take his stupid car, but Apollo had insisted that the only way she was coming was if she rode with him.
She stared out the window as he drove.
Why had she been so stupid back there? Getting all worked up in his arms like some stupid schoolgirl. That wasn't how it usually worked for her. Typically, she was the person to initiate and even then, that was pretty rare. Most men were either turned off by her cute features or her aggressive attitude. Either way she was fucked.
"Did he do that to your arm?" Apollo rumbled and cut into her thoughts.
She glanced down at her arm, just above her wrist. Deep purple marks were already starting to form on her pale skin.
Val looked over at the sullen hybrid. His body was rigid, and he radiated anger.
"It's worse than it looks," she said lightly. No point in him thinking she couldn't handle herself.
He turned to look at her, and she could feel the weight of his stare, even if his beautiful eyes were hidden.