Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
He could hear her heart pounding as she followed him inside the cafe, and her heart pounded even harder and faster when he opted for a table at the back of the room and well away from other people.
Michalis took his phone out and forwarded a couple of attachments to her inbox. "Check your email."
He watched her do as asked, and his lips tightened as he listened to her chant the same words over and over in her mind.
Screw me. Screw me. Screw me.
Michalis clenched and unclenched his fists, which was the only thing he could do to keep himself from hauling her to his lap and do what she was unconsciously asking for.
What the hell was she?
The pulsing force between her legs had changed. Instead of beating in tandem with her heartbeat, it was now pulsing out a seductive rhythm that mirrored the pattern in which her body was releasing pheromones.
Since there was yet to be a case study that successfully proved the existence of pheromones, was this proof that she was no longer human?
"I don't understand..."
His gaze flicked back to her, and he saw that she was visibly struggling to assimilate the data from her thermal scans.
"What do you see?" he asked.
"There must be some mistake—-"
"What do you see, Ms. Bonde?"
She swallowed hard. "A spike in my temperature."
"When?"
"Today."
"Where?"
"What do you mean where?"
"Which part of your body registers an inordinately high temperature?"
Her teeth sank into her lower lip...and then she started to chew.
Michalis blinked. "Are you chewing gum?"
"Y-yes?"
His gaze narrowed. "You're lying." And why did she suddenly sound breathless?
"I'm not!"
And it's true, Michalis heard Catalina justify herself inside her mind. I'm not chewing gum. I'm just pretending to chew gum.
"Why the hell are you pretending to chew gum?" Michalis grated out.
Catalina stared at him in dismay even as she continued to chew her nonexistent gum while mentally freaking out. How does he know I'm pretending? Screw me, screw me, screw me.
More of her pheromones were released into the air, and the pulsing force between her legs became completely erotic.
"Don't even think of lying to me."
The warning worked, and Catalina ended up squeaking out in answer. "It's a coping strategy."
"For what?" he snapped.
To keep my face from showing I'm horny!
The answered flashed in her mind even as she looked at him helplessly, and Michalis gritted his teeth as his cock started swelling. If Catalina was surprised at her ability to feel scared and horny at the same time, they were now in the same fucking boat. This was his first time to feel this angry and aroused, with how fucking foolish she was being.
Did she not realize that even if her ploy were to work on humans, it wouldn't be effective at all for preters? Did she not fucking see how the preters inside this very cafe had been stealing looks at her for the past five minutes?
Catalina cleared her throat. "May we talk about my scans again?"
"What about it?"
"Is it really not possible there's been a mistake?"
Michalis did his best to concentrate on her question in spite of the boner he was hiding under the table. "All fifteen scanners showed the exact same results, so no, this isn't a mistake at all. Your thermal scans from the past eight months registered normal heat levels for a human. But something today had changed this, and by the time you arrived in Night Bloom at 0743 hours, an unnatural or magical force had already infused itself with your reproductive organ."
A voice inside his head warned him to keep it at that, but when he saw the way Catalina's eyes widened at his words, he heard himself say, "Or your pussy, if you will."
And this, of course, had her chanting in her mind again.
Screw my pussy, I mean, screw me, screw me, oh my God, is this because I've never had sex, and that's why it's all I can think of even when my boss is trying to have a serious conversation with me?
If she kept thinking of such things, the next serious conversation they'd be having was between his cock and her pussy.
Michalis shifted in his chair and told himself to focus. "Can you think of anything that might've caused this change?"
"There was this old woman I saw on my way to work..."
Michalis took careful note of every nuance and inflection of her words as she told him of her encounter, but none of it indicated any attempt to deceive him. The only emotion he could glean from her was of worry, and Michalis was disconcerted to feel in himself the urge to comfort her.
"The Priestess card usually foretells the revelation of secrets," he said gruffly. "She has nothing to do with death, so you may set your mind at ease about that."
A smile of relief broke over her lips, and the pulsing between her legs started to match every twitch of his cock.