Murder Mittens (Magical Romantic Comedies #13) - R.J. Blain Page 0,101

rundown on the situation, because he thinks you are your mother’s daughter, which you absolutely are.”

“With my bounty hunting and your handling, will we need CDC assistance?”

“I know how much it costs to feed an entire litter now. I don’t know if we’re going to need it, but we are going to accept it. What doesn’t get eaten away will go to schooling costs. We’ll ultimately have to confess what your real job is, though. We’re going to need babysitters when we’re on a job.”

“We can do that when we drop off the first litter and have bad people to kill. This is not talk about work time. This is the time to talk about how I will never be able to move again.”

“Did I tire my lynx out? How sad for you. You’ll just have to take a nap and be forced into a bubble bath with me before being tucked into bed. I might even ravish you again if you’re lucky.”

“If you kill me tonight, please write on my tombstone I died very happy.”

Fourteen

Formal business attire now means naked and in my bed.

Money and connections could buy almost anything, and Sebastian called the CDC on his quest to find a room at a luxury hotel or spa near where we would hunt our victim. With the worry of two—maybe more—pregnant women at high risk of death if the pattern continued, the organization pulled out all of the stops and managed to acquire a room for us at a posh hotel a few blocks away from the skyscraper Stefan Loureni worked at most of the time. The hotel had a spa in it, and Sebastian went to town booking us in for a retreat for the evenings of the first three days of our stay.

From everything we knew about Loureni, it would be unlikely he’d make contact for a few days. I would play the part of a secretary traveling for work, and due to my appearance, I made myself scarce when my boss, in this case, Sebastian, was entertaining various important people. As part of our ruse, we painted Sebastian as somewhat sleazy, insisting his poor, overwhelmed secretary share his fancy suite with him, taking the second bedroom. Sebastian claimed it ‘enhanced efficiency’ but everyone understood it sent a message stating I could be taken into the hotel room of a CEO-type and used however was desired.

Any other day, any other man, and I would have answered with my fist. My virus wanted to find out how Sebastian meant to play the role, and she hoped he’d make use of the big tub for his secretary-using exploits. If he didn’t plan on exploiting his position in the tub, I’d be the aggressor. Fun times in the tub were on my schedule, and I’d play dirty to get what I wanted.

Thanks to Sebastian’s ravishing of my person, my virus spiked hard enough I earned a scolding from the CDC rep in charge of making sure I was prepared for my mission to take out a serial killer.

Spiking viruses made it harder for their concoctions to work, but it also meant I would burn off anything unwanted, like high-grade pixie dust, in record time, especially with their medications helping me. Not only did they safeguard me from pixie dust, they gave me three sets of prescription neutralizers disguised as blood pressure medication, an iron supplement, and an anti-anxiety prescription so I could have extra protections.

Then, for a final layer of defense against a probable rapist asshole, the CDC called in an incubus and a succubus to fiddle with me. When they were finished, for a period of three months, my reproductive system belonged to me and only me, which meant my reproductive system offered access to Sebastian and only Sebastian. Anyone who wasn’t Sebastian would get a really nasty surprise in the form of a curse. The curse would cause infertility and an inability to have intercourse until reversed by an incubus or succubus—and the creator of the curse, some devil imported from the depths of hell itself, promised he’d know immediately if someone tried to reverse it, who had done it, and that such a reversal would be punished harshly.

Thus prepared, I finished my preparations at a big box store to buy the sort of laptop a secretary might have, one issued by her work expecting performance. Sebastian helped with the purchase, which cost so much I asked six times if he was sure that was what was needed.

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