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I had been seriously slacking on cleaning my shop, so I decided tonight was as good as any time to start. I was in the process of straightening a row of colorful vials. I dusted in between all the potions and was now making sure they were astutely lined up like well-behaved soldiers.
I didn’t need to look up to know that, Aiden Blake, the most infuriating vampire I’d ever met, had just stepped into my shop. I could feel his presence, as if a big flashing arrow was pointing straight to him. I watched him through the glass shelves and shifted my eyes when his gaze met mine. A smile grew on his perfectly kissable lips.
I couldn't deny that he was gorgeous. He was around six foot two with jet-black hair framing his face, that he often worn a little long. His bright blue eyes seemed to watch me with too much interest and his presence oozed with sex appeal. He’d been overly interested in me since I met him, two years ago. He wasn’t easy to ignore.
I straightened the last of the potions and looked in his direction again; he was sniffing the lavender oil and closing his eyes in pleasure. It just so happened I wore lavender oil, so the gesture didn’t go unnoticed. Deciding I would put an end to his games, I stood up and walked around the display shelf.
“What do you want, Aiden?” I asked, nonchalantly. He put the stopper back in the lavender bottle and walked, with all the confidence in the world, to where I stood with my arms crossed. It wasn’t easy pretending that seeing him again was no big deal.
He had the body of a swimmer, thin but muscular. He was dressed in his usual business attire, although it didn’t slip my notice that the top two buttons on his shirt were undone, as if to showcase his perfectly chiseled chest.
“I was in the neighborhood so I thought I’d stop by,” he said, his sly smile giving him away. My shop catered to many folks, but Aiden wasn’t my target customer. He hadn’t come here to check out my potions or enchanted knick-knacks; he’d come for me.
“I call bullshit. I’m about to close shop; what do you want?” I asked again as I walked over to flip the closed sign on the front door. I could feel his eyes watching my backside but I decided not to tense up. I didn’t want him the satisfaction of knowing he got to me.
“As clever as ever, Gwen,” he said, with humor in his voice. “It would make me immensely happy if you would accompany me to the Founders Gala this weekend.” Although I rarely saw it, nervousness showed in his eyes. He had been pursuing me for the past couple of years and I always came up with an excuse as to why I couldn’t date him, but his perseverance was astounding. Now it was my turn to grin, I knew he was uncomfortable at the thought of being turned down yet again, but I assumed that was why he kept coming around; he never met a female he couldn’t seduce. If I were smart, I would say yes and we’d enjoy the evening, flirting and dancing, and then he’d leave me alone. But I couldn’t bring myself to get involved with anyone at the moment, even if that someone was as mouth-watering as Aiden Blake.
“I appreciate your offer, really, but I don’t think so,” I told him as politely as I could. The man had his pride, after all, and I wasn’t going to be responsible for trampling all over it.
“Am I too late? Has someone else already asked you?” He inquired, revealing the tightness in his jaw. He was trying really hard not to be offended.
“No, you’re the first,” I told him as I deposited the till from the register into a moneybag. I risked looking up at him and felt a warm blush color my cheeks. Boy was he beautiful. My relationship with Micah had left me with trust issues. I didn’t want to get my heart broken again. He walked over to where I stood behind the counter and leaned on his forearms. His aura sizzled all around me, like tendrils of pure male energy poking and prodding my flesh.
“Stop it,” I protested. A soft chuckle escaped his lips but I refused to return it; the man got off by messing with me.
“A woman as beautiful as you should have an equally beautiful man to accompany her to the Gala,” he said. I had been totaling the store’s intake and was on my third try of trying not to lose my count. I could feel his eyes on me so I temporarily abandoned the money and gave him all of my attention, hoping he’d leave sooner.
“You’re right, I’ll be sure to find one,” I said with a smile. He grabbed his chest as if a stake had gone straight through his heart and despite my annoyance, I laughed. I rolled my eyes at his pathetic charades and walked around the counter to grab his arm and escort him to the front door. I held the door open and waited for him to get the hint, but he hesitated to leave. My eyes roamed the store, as if I suddenly had the urge to inventory everything to my memory. I was trying desperately to conceal that being this close to him set every one of my nerve endings on fire.
He leaned down slowly; his lips just hovering above my forehead, and softly pressed his lips against my skin. I momentarily closed my eyes at his touch but quickly regained my composure and pushed him out the door. “Night, Aiden,” I called over my shoulder as the door slammed shut. I could hear his amused laughter as I walked back to the office.
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I lived only five miles from my shop, Broomsticks, with my best friend and roommate, Fiona. Our apartment wasn’t the nicest but very affordable and that’s all we cared about. I pushed through the front door, which had a tendency to jam, and almost fell over Aura, my cat and familiar.
“Sorry, girl,” I said as I leaned down to pet her. Aura wasn’t actually a cat. She was a spirit that assumed the body of a beautiful black Persian in order to serve as my assistant, also known as a witch’s familiar.
She meowed and whipped her tail as if to tell me she didn’t appreciate me almost toppling over her. Did I mention she’s a grumpy spirit?