Taking on Tory(10)

Okay, eyes to the face, she muttered silently. Werewolves! I swear they are the horniest creatures in the world!

She rolled her eyes again. That was why Maverick, Mitch, Hanson, and Jude were never allowed to do track, swimming or wrestling. Well, they weren’t allowed to do track after they chased down Edgar and cornered him.

No, their constant state of arousal once they hit puberty made it difficult for them to play certain sports. They were great at football and basketball. Their pack mentality made them great out on the field or court.

“Tory Carson,” she said, pursing her lips together. “Are you like the butler or something? Can you give me a hand with the furniture?”

“I’m…,” Simon started to say when a low rumble escaped him when the woman in front of him tilted sideways and smiled at Youssef.

“Hi! Are you Mr. Drayton?” She said in a hopeful tone. “I have your furniture.”

“I am Youssef,” the dark male replied with an amused smile.

“I am Simon Drayton,” the blond male said in a deep, gruff voice.

Tory’s eyes swiveled back from the dark brown eyes glittering with amusement to the dark blue ones that were not – glittering with amusement, that is. The smile on her lips curved downward. She hoped she hadn’t just blown Alexandru’s business with this guy. From what her brother had told her last night, it was a hugely profitable one.

“Uh… Yes… Well… I’ve got your furniture,” Tory said with a bright smile. “I guess since you’re not the butler, you wouldn’t want to help bring it in, huh?”

Simon’s lips twitched at the hopeful look in the young woman’s dark brown eyes. He literally wanted to bury his hands in her hair, drag her against him, and see if she tasted as good as she looked. His fingers clenched as he fought the urge.

He had three days! Three days to make her so mindless that all she wanted was to feel him buried inside her. The twitch turned into an easy smile. If she was anything like the other women, she would be eating out of his hand in less than twenty minutes.

He grabbed her hand as she lifted it to push a strand of hair back behind her ear and pulled it to his lips. Pressing a kiss to the back of it, he couldn’t resist letting the tip of his tongue caress the soft skin. Pleasure washed through him as he pulled back to give her a look of invitation.

Doubt flashed through him when he saw her nose wiggle and she tugged her hand out of his. She gave him an uncertain, lopsided smile as she rubbed the back of her hand along the leg of her jeans. He straightened when he heard Youssef clear his throat behind him.

“Youssef will see to the furniture,” Simon said in a dark voice filled with warning for his friend. “Follow me.”

“Follow… I… Shouldn’t I help him? I mean, isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?” Tory asked in confusion when Simon Drayton turned and started to walk away. “Isn’t that what a delivery person does here? That’s what they do back home.”

Youssef gave Tory a reassuring smile. “I will arrange for the furniture to be brought in, Miss Carson,” he said with a bow.

Tory glanced at where Simon was standing stiffly, watching her with a frown. She bit her lip. If she had a choice between going with a sour-faced Werewolf, or staying with a… she sniffed. She almost groaned when her mouth watered.

“What blood type are you?” She asked suddenly, looking at Youssef with wide eyes.

Youssef looked at her with surprise. “I think that is the first time I’ve ever had a young lady ask me that question,” he chuckled.

“Oh, I guess I shouldn’t have asked,” Tory muttered, looking down at the porch and rubbing her foot over a wood knot in the planking. “Sorry. That was kind-of rude.”

“No, just… unusual,” Youssef replied with a smile. “I am A positive.”

Tory looked up at him and grinned. “Are you single?” She asked with a hopeful grin.

“Youssef! Take care of the furniture,” Simon growled darkly. “Now, Miss Carson, please follow me.”

Tory wrinkled up her nose at Simon’s tone. “Yes, sir,” she grumbled. “I hope I see you later, Youssef.”

“I…,” Youssef started to say when a louder rumble echoed in the entryway. “Have a good day, Miss Carson.”

Tory sighed as she watched Youssef step aside so she could enter. He bowed his head again and stepped past her, shutting the front door behind him. This effectively sealed her inside with Simon Drayton.

“Miss Carson,” Simon said stiffly, waving his hand toward the open corridor.

“I’ve got your bill of sale,” she mumbled as she walked by him. “Alexandru left this morning to pick up another piece of furniture that you were wanting. He asked me to deliver what he had found so far.”