Cal watched her, hating what he knew was coming next. Her beautiful gray eyes were lit with an internal fire that beckoned him closer. Her pouty bow shaped lips made his groin tighten every time he looked at her. And her body, he wanted to touch every soft curvaceous inch of her. She was thick in all the right places and he wanted to worship between her legs. His sigh was internal.
“Just trying to decide if I should take the glasses off or leave them on until you eat.”
“Ok, I’ll bite, why?”
“Because when I take them off I’m going to scare you, you’re going to scream, then run. Then I’ll have to run after you. You’ll be out of your mind with fear and truthfully I’d like to eat before I calm you down. Victor and I just expended a lot of energy reinforcing the fields.”
“Calix,” Selma said in a low voice.
“She’s going to have to know before the nights over. No taking it slow with her.” He sat down at the table taking the seat across from her.
So much for dinner, she wouldn’t be able to eat until she knew what he was talking about. A warning bell was going off telling her she didn’t want to know. Ignorance was bliss.
“Maybe it would just be better for me to find a different place to stay.” She wasn’t stupid, she learned long ago to heed the warning bell in her soul.
“Sorry,” Cal said softly, “You don’t get to run away this time.”
He raised his hands to the wraparounds and pulled them down until she was looking into the face of the hottie from the alley, the hottie who had turned into a monster.
She screamed and bolted from the table.
Cal looked longingly at the pork chops before meeting Selma’s glare. There would be no food for him until this was taken care off. With a put upon expression, he left the table to look for the frightened female after one last longing look at the pork chops.
Chapter Four
She ran straight to her room, where else could she go? This time she made sure the big lock on the main door was actually locked. How did she end up in the house of the monster’s brother of all places?
She paced back and forth in the living area until finally deciding the only thing do was to sneak out. She would leave a note saying she would never tell a living soul anything she saw that night in the alley. Then she would hop the first Greyhound coming through and try to disappear once more. With her plan in mind, she dragged her suitcases out and started to pack.
Once done, she took a seat on the bed. She would have to wait until they all went to sleep. Images of Cal waiting to tear her apart as she snuck from the room haunted her. It was just her luck to meet a man hotter than sin, only to find out he was sin. Maybe he was Lucifer himself?
Stop it, she scolded himself. There was no way he was evil incarnated. He played with Vick having a good time. He spent the time helping them roll that snowwoman, he even went and checked the perimeter with his brother to make them feel safer. No, he wasn’t evil, just a monster.
She rose and went to stand beside the door with the fire-place poker in her hand just in case he managed to bust through the main door and break the flimsy lock on this one. The longer she stood the less she believed he was coming for her, then she would remember the alley and tense up again.
Her body was beginning to tire; she glanced at the bed with longing and a startled scream tore from her throat.
Cal was lying on her bed. He rested on his side with one leg cocked up. If he wasn’t a monster she would be tempted to join him. She turned frantic fingers to the lock.
“Stop,” he called out even as his hands went around hers.
“How did you get over here that fast?”
“It’s not that far.”
Alien, her mind whispered back, or at least not human.
“Are you going to kill me now?”
“No and could you stop with the tears and the trying to escape?” Her hands were still frantically twisting the lock that refused to budge
“Well excuse me!” She turned to face him down. “Sorry for wanting to live while trying to escape the big bad monster!”
“Do you really think I look like a big bad monster?” He was absolutely preening like it was a compliment.
“That’s not a compliment.”
“Paige, I pelted you with snowballs. Then I helped you make a snowwoman, we laughed together and talked and even now, we are in a room alone and I haven’t laid a hand on you. Have I given you any indication I want to kill you?”
“You’re a monster!”
“Am I? Maybe we should talk about it because I’ve seen real monsters who were human and what you would refer to as aliens. They kill for sport, greed or simply pleasure. I can truthfully say I do not do any of those things. Yes, I would kill to protect myself or someone else, but Paige, if you needed to so would you. Let’s go into your living area. That may make you feel a little safer.”