All Hallows’ Hottie :: Chapter I

“Leave, Ronan.”
These two little words quietly spoken resonated through the lounge room as if shouted. Lips pressed in a firm line from the audacity of it all, Audrey Spurhart stared over the top of her laptop at the man fitted into a snug courier ensemble.
Either Ronan was stupidly oblivious or by nature just stupid because he instead settled into the chair beyond her desk, turning it backward before seating himself, his lips worked into an arrogant curve.
“No ‘hello’, no ‘how are you doing’ today?” Ronan asked. “You wound me, Audrey.”
Audrey frowned as her chest clenched. Her refusal to beat the bushes blue with pleasantries was a childhood trait that set her apart from the other girls. The quirk was a large one that made her appear cold and impetuous, but the concept had never troubled her as a young witchling. She refused to let it do so now.
“You want something, Ronan, now spill,” she said. “And if this is another proposition to be your lady friend, let it be known I have my attorney on speed dial.”
That earned Audrey raised eyebrows accompanied by a slight shake of Ronan’s shaggy cinnamon head. “Can’t a guy hunt down his favorite Wicked Inc. secretary to deliver an interesting bit of news without need for a lawyer?” Ronan said flashing her a toothy grin.
It was Audrey’s turn to kick up an eyebrow at his words. “Yes, if you were a man. The men I date don’t hunt anything. Dogs, yes. Men, no.”
“I prefer the term wolf,” Ronan said with a wink. “But we can split hairs later. Preferably at my place.”
Four of Audrey’s fingers pressed into her temple, massaging firmly as her eyes squeezed shut.
“Stem the visual, Audrey,” she murmured more to herself. “Do not give into his game.”
The creak of his chair indicated the postman was leaning forward and if the hairs dancing on her neck were any indication he was in her personal space. “Did anyone ever tell you annoyance makes your freckles pop?”
Audrey’s eyes flew open, irritation becoming a clear flame in her chest. She swore under her breath. Ronan had always been noisy in his observation of her second-most despised trait. The first being her curvy full figure. Though the courier had always been loquacious about her many flaws, he seemed especially so today.
Inhaling deeply, Audrey matched Ronan gaze for gaze. “Last time, Ronan, before I bounce your ass out of here with a security escort. What do you want?”
“The Hallows’ Eve Wicked party is tonight,” said Ronan, his grin going a step beyond supercilious. “I’ve got two invitations and one has your name attached. Lucky you I just cleared my calendar.”
Audrey blinked at the courier and resisted the urge to ask someone to pinch her for fear she had finally lost her hearing. “Are you asking to be my escort?”
“Escort. Date,” the courier muttered with a shrug. “Who can tell these days?”
Presenting two envelopes to Audrey, Ronan grinned, “What do you say, Audrey?”
“I’d sooner learn to skate when hell freezes over,” Audrey said dryly.
And with a quick filch of the letters, Audrey swept the chair out from under Ronan with a quick tap of her Miranda high heel.
Rising from her chair, Audrey smiled down at the fallen courier and wiggled her fingers. “Hope you’re not here after break, Ronan,” Audrey said with a sly smile. “I hear Clark in security just got dumped and has been looking for a hot rebound man.”
Audrey left for the company break room. Mug in hand, she stepped over Ronan’s prone form.
“We’ll see about that, witch,” she heard as the elevator doors slid closed.


Hottest Thing

This morning I watched a cat stroll across my yard as if it owned the place, and I couldn’t help but smile. I’ve always loved cats, not because they’re cute or fluffy, but because they could be as naked as the top of your great uncle’s dome and still believe they’re the hottest thing on four paws.

Mistaken Twindenity

WARNING: this scene, contains MILD sexual references. If you can’t handle it this scene is not for you. Thank you for your consideration.

Ava was a bad girl. Always had been. It was part of the reason Ricky contemplated asking her out. Ava matched the level of bad ass that he’d struggled to mount his years at Icarus Co. One date with Ava could Ricky’s brand him a permanent soprano for the rest of his life. No pressure, right?

Ricky stared at the minx as she swayed, her hips compelling him to join her on the dance floor. He licked his lips before taking a swig of beer. Devil be praised he’d worn pants two sizes too big.

She glanced in Ricky’s direction, eyes glowing scarlet and forbidden. Ava held his gaze, a naughty smile playing at the corners of her lips before her attention snapped back to the DJ.

Ricky was across the bar in two snaps of a cat’s tail, pulling her from the dance floor and into the hall. “Shit,” Ricky breathed, freeing her hand from his. “Why’d you go and drag me here? You know I hate parties! I’d have declined if…”

Crimson eyes widened slightly then narrowed almost immediately. “If what?” Ava asked.

Ricky cursed again.

“I knew it.” Ava said. Turning her back to him, she tossed up a hand in goodbye. “Another dog that’s all bark, no bite.”

Ricky pinned her against the door before he could think better of it, one hand on the knob, the other just inches from Ava’s cheek. He watched as she worried her lower lip with teeth. Lovely, pink lips that Ricky just wanted to slip his tongue into and see if she tasted as good as she looked.

Ava must have sensed his thoughts. Pressing her petite body against Ricky’s hard one, Ava tilted her head enough to brush her lips with his.

Ricky’s final shred of control snapped as he pulled her roughly to him. Thrusting the closet door open, Ricky pulled Ava inside. The door clicked behind them as if with a will of its own and Ricky snapped the lock in place. He forced his hands under her shirt, feathering his way up her stomach.

Ava moaned, a sound he captured with his mouth. Ricky probed her tongue with his and felt her respond in kind. Their tongues dueled for dominance over the kiss even as Ricky’s other hand wandered beneath her skirt.

Ricky listened as Ava’s moans became louder. Each caress seemed to bring her closer to the pleasure he strove to give her.

A sudden knock on the door made Ricky pause before shouting “go away”. Ava seemed not to notice. She squeaked from the feel of his teeth rubbing against her neck, drawing on the tender skin beneath.

Another knock on the door, harder than the first drew Ava’s attention.

“Shit! Get off me, Ricky,” she shouted, but her attempt at reason was lost on Ricky.

“Dammit,” Ricky growled. “Leave already!”

He returned his attentions to the woman beneath him and began to suck on the skin of her neck.

Wood splintered around them a moment before the door gave way, slapping Ricky in midst of his head.

“What the hell…” Ricky didn’t finish his sentence. A hand fisted in his shirt and drew him up to face a pair of familiar crimson eyes.

“What the devil are you doing to Carneli”

Ricky blinked. “Carneli,” he repeated unthinkingly.

“Yes, my twin,” the woman growled in clear irritation.

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Pretty Embarrassing

Mr. Gabriel stared up at the image of his thirty-something year old boss plastered to the front wall of Alice Academy and felt his face heat out of mortification. He turned to each of his five students with a tight-lipped look.

“I’m not going to yell,” Mr. Gabriel said finally, “I’m not going to scream… Except to ask who in the Devil gave you this irresponsible idea?” Yes, cursing seemed very appropriate right then. No matter how annoying his boss was, no one deserved this type of embarrassment.

Mr. Gabriel watched the boys shrink back as he shouted the last part.

Each boy began to draw circles in the dirt with his boots. Finally, the one at the farthest end spoke up. “Mrs. Summer is always getting called ugly, but when we found that picture on the internet we wanted to show everyone how pretty she looked. We wanted to see what the pic looked like against the nice mural in the cafeteria.”

“But the wall was too small so we tried shrinking it, but…” the second trailed off.

“Then we couldn’t see our favorite part,” said the third, tears budding in his eyes.

The fourth puffed up his chest. “Eventually, we concluded that for the school to realize how pretty Mrs. Summer is, we had to post a supersize on the front of the academy. It was Kip’s idea.”

Mr. Gabriel pinched the bridge of his nose. He could feel a headache coming on. No amount of college could prepare any teacher for students like this. Was it any wonder his boss called in sick first thing that morning? “Do you have anything to say for yourselves before I call your parents?”

Each boy looked at the other before glancing up at their handiwork and then back at Mr. Gabriel. “The principal looks pretty in a bikini.”

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