Taking on Tory(13)

The second thing that had been good about the kiss was… everything. Damn the Werewolf if he couldn’t kiss. Now it made her wonder if maybe she shouldn’t have taken a chance on Maverick. If all Werewolves kissed like that, she would have asked her mom and Nonny for help a long time ago.

Tory pressed the button on the rearview mirror and watched as the door to the warehouse opened. It was a short walk back to Alexandru’s apartment. She carefully pulled inside and pressed the button again to close the garage door behind her. Turning off the van, she opened the door and stepped out just as her cell phone rang.

Glancing at the number, she grinned. “Hi Alexandru,” she said, closing the door and locking the van.

“Did you deliver the items to Drayton?”Alexandru asked.

“Of course,” Tory said, pulling open the outer door and stepping out onto the sidewalk. “It isn’t brain surgery. I delivered all the items, told him you were picking up some of the other things he wanted, and gave him the packet of documents like you asked.”

“Listen, about the items,” Alexandru said heavily. “I received another call about another important piece. The problem is, I have to fly overseas to get it. I’m not going to be back as soon as I thought I would.”

“Oh, that is too bad,” Tory said, doing a jig and fisting pumping in the middle of the sidewalk. She grinned when several pedestrians laughed at her. “How much longer do you think it will take?”

“Shit, I’m sorry, Tory,” Alexandru said heavily on the other end. “It looks like I won’t be back until the end of next week.”

“The end… a whole week and a half?” Tory whispered, grinning as she looked around.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, Tory. I know you wanted to explore Charleston and everything. I really wanted to show it to you, too. You didn’t come all this way to just hang out in the apartment,” Alexandru said.

“No, don’t feel bad, Alexandru. I mean, I’m a big girl. I can do the tours, go to the aquarium, things like that. I’m not a child,” Tory replied hastily, trying to keep the excitement out of her voice. “I’ll really miss you. I was hoping we could spend some time together, but I can manage until you get back.”

“Are you sure?” Alexandru asked in a voice filled with doubt.

Tory rolled her eyes and tilted her head back to look up at the white clouds drifting across the sky. Alexandru was as bad as their dad! Was she sure? Hell, she was going to have to call her Godmothers and thank them for whatever strings they decided to weave for this one.

“I’m sure,” she replied firmly. “You take care of your business. Mr. Drayton really wants all of the furniture and is depending on you.”

“If you are sure,” Alexandru said in a gruff voice. “I’ll call you later in the week. Be careful with what you eat. Dad will kill me if something happens to you.”

“Alexandru, I’m twenty-four. I think I can control my urges to bite some unsuspecting soul and drain them dry. Besides, I know what I can and can’t eat. Don’t worry about me,” Tory retorted dryly as the imagine of huge, golden haired Werewolf rose in her mind. “I’m a big girl now.”

“I know,” Alexandru said gruffly. “I saw your bra hanging in the laundry room. That’s why I’m worried.”

“Sheesh! TMI, big brother. I’m off to explore. Go look for your treasures,” Tory muttered. “Love you.”

“Love you too, Tory,” Alexandru said. “Be safe.”

Tory didn’t bother answering. She had the three Fates as her Godmothers, for crying out loud. She was probably the safest person in the entire universe. Destiny, Fortune, and Aura were always keeping an eye on her.





Chapter 6


Simon stood in the shadows watching Tory Carson as she stepped out of the restaurant. She had changed from jeans and the blue blouse she had been wearing earlier to a sexy black long sleeve sweater dress with matching knee high, low heeled black boots. He liked her in a dress. It brought up all kinds of things he’d like to do to her. Namely, bend her over, lift it up, and bury himself all the way to his balls in her.

His eyes followed her as she wandered along the storefronts, pausing occasionally to look at a display before moving on to the next one. His eyes narrowed on a pair of young men who turned and watched as she walked by them. A low growl escaped him when the taller of the two nudged the other. Soon, they were following a short distance behind her.

A shiver of unease coursed through him when the two males turned down the narrow street behind her. A low curse escaped Simon when he realized that Tory appeared oblivious to the fact that she was being followed. Hell, she wasn’t even taking the basic precautions a woman out alone should follow. She was alone late at night, walking down a deserted narrow lane, and not paying attention to what was going on around her. She just kept sniffing at the bag of food she had picked up.