All in the Chemistry [The Royal Wolves 4] (Siren Publishing Allure) Read Online Free PDF Page A

Then the wind kicked up and a soft, subtle, and totally feminine scent reached him on the air. There was no perfume, no strong soaps or anything else to obstruct her perfectly woman scent. Straightening up he breathed it in even as his eyes skimmed the lot. Finding no others there he narrowed his gaze on the tiny female. “Who are you?” he murmured softly. Her, it was her scent, and so very familiar and yet not, something was missing. Frowning he took a step forward and inhaled as the breeze pushed her scent at him again.
    Walking into Aegis she placed her briefcase and purse on the security table and slipped off her coat. “Hello, Bertram, it’s going to storm tonight.” She simply knew it was going to be one of those stormy weekends, perfect for a masked ball. “I won’t be in Monday or Tuesday, I am taking personal days so you will have to do without my bright and shiny personage.”
    Bertram, a tall massive black man snorted. His accent still heavily Cajun even though he had lived in New York for three years. “Ye be a good gel Doc eh else yer fate eill catch up te ya.”
    “You are funny, I don’t have a fate or destiny.” There was a sad loneliness to her eyes and as she shook it off she smiled brightly and stepped through the metal detectors.
    “Ah but ye de Lass, ye wait.” He winked at her and handed her her things, his eyes casting out over the foyer and through the glass walls and out into the parking lot as if seeing something she was missing. “Off wit ye,” he said gruffly as he waited on the next employee.
    As she walked up to her office she flipped open her cell and made the call to a friend, an amazing friend actually who always had the best gowns for the masked ball. “Lucy, hey it’s Courtney. Yes, yes.” She grinned. Lucy already knew about the ball, of course, and had her gown ready.
    She was walking up the stairs and tripped up them when Lucy said, “It’s red and beautiful, it will look amazing on you but you have to let me do your hair.” She grumbled, “None of the asses you work with know that you go to this thing, so this year I get to do your hair, not you.” With that Lucy hung up on Courtney and Courtney shook her head.
    “How the hell did that happen?” Now she was seriously weirded out, Lucy had the dress for her that she had dreamed of in the same dream she had dreamed of Kristof Farkas.
     
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    Pulling on the jacket of his tux, Kristof straightened it and shook his head. “I hate formal wear,” he grumbled as he picked at some lint on his sleeve. Moving into the bathroom he cleaned off everything and double checked himself before sliding on his long coat. Catching up his keys, wallet, and domino mask, he headed for the front door, snagging the invite at the last minute.
    Forty minutes later he pulled up outside the event and got out, passing his keys to the valet with a warning to not put a scratch in it or he’d have his hide. Pulling on his mask he headed inside and passed his coat off as he handed over the invite. Moving in further he accepted a glass of champagne as he began to mill about the room. He nodded to some people here or there, folks he knew by scent alone. Turning as the music changed to a Viennese Waltz he caught a familiar scent in the air and stilled, going hunter ready in an instant. “Mine,” he whispered as the scent of his mate hit his nose.
    Moving down the sweeping staircase her head held high and the mask covering all of her face except her eyes and lips, she smiled at those that stopped to stare at her. Her invitation had been handed over and now her entrance was more than she had intended, but with the dress she was in she completely understood why people were staring. It was beautiful, red silk with a corset bodice that laced in the back with golden silk. It molded to her body as if it had been created for her and her alone. The train trailed along behind her as the front swept over the floor. Nodding here and there she was