Fever Fae - Meg Xuemei X Page 0,30

I get to keep my bra and underwear.”

“As you wish,” he said.

I blinked, not believing that he didn’t insist on me going all the way since he’d already gotten me hooked with the six-figures plus full dental benefits for my siblings.

He flashed me a wicked grin, revealing his fangs. Oh my god, the fangs.

“I don’t need to see you naked, Evelina,” he purred, leaning back in his chair. “I don’t even need to touch you, though I don’t mind if you insist.”

“Good luck with that, mister,” I said drily and shivered a little at the way his tongue caressed my name. His voice had gone rough, tickling my senses like a sensual fantasy. Did all Fae have such potent sexual appeal? At least this dude wasn’t calling himself a king, unlike Rowan and Baron.

My thought drifted to the other two Fae for a second. It was like I suddenly had a thing for Fae men.

My face burned hot and I shook my head. “One last thing,” I said, proud that I still had the presence of mind to try to settle down an important detail. “I’ll only work day shift. I have to pick up my siblings from school in the afternoon.”

“Fine,” he said.

I let out a pent-up breath, dazed by the degree of kindness. I wouldn’t forget it.

“Thank you.” I swallowed. “And one last thing—”

“You said that already,” he snapped.

I widened my eyes. “I did? Well, I swear this is the real one last thing.”

“No one has ever bargained with me for so long and demanded so much,” he said darkly. “I’ve never allowed it. I’m starting to wonder if you’re worth it—”

Lightning quick, I pulled off my tank top and tossed it at his face. And I’d forgotten the last thing I was supposed to tell him about.

He snatched my knit top before it could hit his face. He brushed the fabric over his nose and inhaled as if he couldn’t get enough of my scent. It seemed that my scent was catnip to the Fae. Human males had never reacted to my natural perfume like that. I’d have to figure out how to make that work in my favor.

When his intense eyes fell upon me with rising heat in them, I was already dancing to the music blasting below.

I wheeled and danced in the center of his glass office. Years of martial arts training helped my moves. When I made a few high jumps before landing in front of his desk, Rydstrom’s eyes widened.

He hadn’t expected me to have this degree of skill. He might have thought that I was an awkward dancer since I’d stalled long enough to bargain for all the terms before agreeing to give him a show.

I offered him a wink and a grin as I’d just warmed up. And now the real tease began.

I raised my arms above my head and swayed my hips, flowing with the sensual music. My body lowered slowly, my hips grinding toward the floor as if riding a man, delicious and wild.

My gaze, brimming with challenge and seduction, never left him.

Rydstrom remained his cool, casual pose behind the desk, yet his eyes grew darker and hooded.

I slid to the floor, rolling and writhing erotically, touching myself while I slowly pulled down my pants. With only a bra and flimsy panties and boots, I spun on the floor, spreading my legs wide open, my groin in his direction. My fingers traced up my thighs, circling, and slithered up slowly. My eyes contained wanton passion.

My opponent’s heated gaze followed the moves of my fingers as I traced the slit of my pussy that was still covered by my panties. But if he looked closer, he could almost see the shape and golden color.

Indeed, he leaned forward to look, and my hand extended toward him in a mocking invitation for him to join me.

Wanna get down n' dirty, big boy? I mouthed to spice it up.

I wondered how it would feel to have his weight above me. Would he crush me with his large, toned body?

He seemed to be almost out of his chair before he settled back. He knew the rules—not to come to me and not to touch.

Then I was up, swinging my hips as the shifting beats of the music urged and compelled. I whipped into a primal, arousing dance that meant to provoke.

The room got hotter as Rydstrom’s power ripped the air. He was losing his grip. A night wind swept by me, and his scent