A Perfect Man for Christmas
An erotic serial in 12 parts
Blog HOP
5th Day of Christmas
by Elle Boon
Wynter
barely kept herself from ending the man standing in front of her with
a slash of her talons. A sound behind them alerted her to the
approaching group of partygoers. “You are a man who does not keep
his word. For that, you will not find satisfaction again unless it is
with your one true love.” She let her magic flow into him, knowing
he had no clue he’d just been dealt a proverbial cockblock.
“Whatever.
You got off. I got off. I say we are even.” He turned away,
stumbling into the wall on unsteady feet.
She
decided the night had been a bust, but her body burned for
fulfillment. Goddess, she wished for the green-eyed Michael. Shaking
thoughts of him out of her mind, she headed toward the front of the
club to catch a cab. There had to be a way--an easier way--to find
the perfect man for her to bring. She’d look in the Book.
Laughing
as she thought of the Christmas tale and why she hadn’t thought of
it before. Five golden rings, and it had been five days, which now
leads her to the Book--the sacred tome her family had kept as a diary
of sorts throughout history. Surely if there was help to be had, it
was in there.
“I
need you to take me to the Warehouse District downtown.” She gave
the cabbie the address. He eyed her up and down through the mirror.
Probably thinking she was a hooker in her club outfit. She kept her
thighs together, not wanting him to get a peek at her panty-less
state.
When
she sat back, crossing her legs, she had no doubt he was hoping he’d
get a glimpse. Wynter gave him a frosty glare. Michael would be able
to help decipher some of the old text in the Book, and help her with
her other problem.
A
shiver of awareness and need worked its way over her flesh at the
image of a naked Michael. Wynter hadn’t been paying attention to
the passing scenery and was surprised to find the cabbie hadn’t
taken her to the address she’d requested.
She
rolled her eyes. “Excuse me. This isn’t the location I asked to
be taken to.” Seriously, she wondered if her luck could get any
worse.
“Listen,
I know you’re a working girl. What’s your rate?”
Wynter
laughed. “Darling, you can’t afford me. However, if you put the
car in gear and take me where I requested, I will let you live.”
The threat wasn’t empty. She allowed her talons to lengthen,
letting him see the black claws.
“What
the…what are you?”
“I
am a client who you picked up and asked you to take somewhere. Now,
take me where you were supposed to.” She sat back, her gaze fierce.
“Don’t make me hurt you. The mess would be traumatizing for the
both of us.”
He
swallowed audibly, his pudgy face a deep shade of red, which was
better than the deathly white he’d become when she’d had to flash
her talons. Wynter swore the world was becoming nothing but idiots.
As
the cab came to a stop outside the location of Michael’s office
building, she was disappointed to find it dark inside. She’d been
sure he’d be there. The man practically lived at his offices.
“Fuck
me running.”
“Not
on your life.” The cabbie glared at her from the front.
Wynter
rolled her eyes but spoke to him as if he was a child, which most men
like him were. “Even if you were the last man on earth I wouldn’t
screw you. Now, take me home.” She rattled off her address, already
knowing she was going to put a spell on him. She couldn’t allow him
to do to another woman what he’d try to do to her. The thought that
some defenseless person would fall into a trap like he’d tried with
her made anger burn in her veins.
When
he stopped outside her home, the sound of the locks popping
instantaneously was almost comical. Keeping her breathing even, she
thought of the right words to say so the spell would take hold and
last forever. She let her power out, a whip of lasting words lashed
him. He jerked as if hit by a force much greater than a tornado
whipping through the small vehicle. Satisfaction curled her lips when
he slumped in his seat breathing hard.
“You
will never harm another. Goodbye, little man.” Wynter tossed a
twenty dollar bill into the front seat.
She
hoped she found something within the Five Golden Rings tome
that would help her in finding the perfect man. Her body still burned
from unfulfilled desire, and she cursed the fact Michael wasn’t
where he should have been. Her night had started with such promise.
“Gah,
how did my life become such a dang mess?” Shedding her clothes on
the way to her bedroom, she had a quick shower before flopping into
bed naked. The cool sheets on her still overheated flesh did nothing
to ease her.
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