mind reading. I knew that Patrick was no mere human. He was a pack master.
This was better than I could have hoped. Trying to fool a demon was a risky proposition. Patrick seemed infinitely more deceivable.
I paused a short distance from the group as a cocktail waitress approached their crowded table. She smiled brightly as she placed the various bottles and fancy glasses on the already cluttered table. Her smile remained even as one of the men slid his hand up the back of her thigh.
She left quickly; her face betrayed nothing even though I knew from her thoughts that she wanted to slap every one of their faces. I also knew that in her anger, Mr. Touchy-Feely had a little something extra in his drink. I didn’t exactly agree with her approach, but he obviously abused her regularly so he kind of deserved the inevitable camp out in the bathroom later.
Music pumped from dozens of speakers, the sound so powerful it vibrated the entire room. Too many lights flashed over the massive dance floor as I fought my way through the jostling crowd.
A strong hand grabbed my butt and I struggled to keep moving without murdering the idiot it was attached to.
After what felt like an eternity, I finally reached the other side of the room.
As I approached the table, I mentally checked for flaws in my disguise. Still new to my power, I often make stupid mistakes. Just because you had the biggest, baddest weapon, didn’t mean you knew how to use it. I’m the only one of my kind and my power had not come with an instruction manual.
Satisfied that I was well hidden within my Jamaican glamour, I straightened my shoulders and sexed-up my walk, swaying my rounded hips with what I hoped was a seductive glide.
I had a second to form a greeting before a man reached out and placed his hand on my ass. I jerked, sucking in my cheeks; I bit down my irritation and smiled at him as sweetly as I could.
He smirked and then his beady eyes took a lazy tour of my breasts and then went south. After his blatantly sexual perusal of my assets, he met my gaze.
Oh yeah, he was a keeper.
“Can anyone join the party?” I said. Pleasure registered in his eyes as I spoke. My slight Jamaican accent flowed flawlessly from my full lips, alien to my own ears.
“Not just anyone, beauty, but you, most definitely.” To my surprise, he slid his chair back, indicating his lap. Cripes. My ass would be numb after about ten minutes, but seeing several other young ladies occupying similar seats, I obliged him.
“And what might your name be?” a voice rumbled from across the table.
“Cassandra,” I leaned forward smiling at the man who spoke. My large breasts swelled over my lacy bra as I moved closer to him, “but you can me Sandra.” I met his eyes.
His lip curled up in a sleazy smile and his eyes filled with that look that all men get when they think they’ve spotted easy prey. “A pleasure, Sandra, I’m Dillon.” He made a casual gesture to his left, “this is Martin, and the lucky man you’re sitting with is Zak. That one over there,” he nodded to his right. “Well that’s Christian and this here is Patrick. We own the place. Would you care for a drink?” The woman sitting on his lap looked at me as if I were navel lint. I couldn’t blame her. After all I was flirting with her man, and darn it if he wasn’t flirting right back.
“All drinks for our ladies are on the house, of course.” His eyebrows rose as if to say, I’m important, be impressed. Please, as if the money he wasn’t spending was impressive. I stifled my natural tendency to confront people with their own stupidity, or in this case, extreme vanity and instead smiled with what I hoped was admiration.
The drink was pink and sweeter than my morning cereal, but thanks to my Madea metabolism, completely harmless. Alcohol was no longer a threat; the other side to that coin was that alcohol was no longer fun either. I guess you take the good with the bad.
I scooted around a little, hoping to relieve the slow ache that was beginning in my left buttock. I froze as my movements caused a small groan to slip from the human Lazy Boy under my ass. I turned. Zak, I observed would be short when he