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touch, the right size. Just go back to the bedroom and you’ll find the bathroom.”
    I left the guys and went back to the bedroom easily finding the clothes on the bathroom vanity. The leggings were a perfect fit as were the bra, clean panties and top. He’d even provided a pair of slip on shoes. All of it was brand spanking new—and white, surprise!—which raised some interesting questions. Did he go shopping while I was passed out or did he borrow these from a female friend? An unfamiliar feeling gripped me at the last thought, and I was shocked to realize it was jealousy. A strange reaction for what had been a really odd day, even for someone like me.
    I exited the bedroom to find the two men facing off, but at my arrival, they turned with smiles that did nothing to hide the tension bristling between them.
    “Well, thanks for helping me out,” I gathered my purse from the side table and took my phone from Simon’s extended hand.
    “How are you getting home?” Simon asked.
    “Oh, I’ll just grab a cab.”
    “Nonsense,” said Gene stepping around Simon’s restraining arm. “Just tell me where to take you.”
    “That’s okay. Besides, I need to get donuts and coffee on the way or my roommates will shoot me,” I said.
    “Done.” Gene snapped his fingers and a moment later, he held a tray with three steaming Styrofoam cups and a box of donuts.
    Cool. And now I was curious. “So, if I tell you I live at five-five-five Parkview Crescent, you going to snap your fingers and call up a flying rug?”
    “Stand over here and you’ll find out,” he said with a wide smile. Simon just snorted.
    “Okay. Just give me a second.” I walked over to Simon and grabbed his shirt to yank him down. I plastered a kiss on him whispering, “Thanks for rescuing me.”
    What I intended as a small kiss turned into a panty wetter as his big hands swept around to cup my buttocks and lift me so he could thoroughly thank me with his tongue for thanking him.
    When he set me down, I was a tad wobbly and so freaking horny I wanted to tear his clothes off and ride him until the cows came home.
    But Gene, with a, “Hey, can I join in?” ruined the moment and I stepped back stunned at my reaction to a simple kiss. I need to get out of here.
    I moved over to Gene and at his nodded head signal, stood between his outstretched arms still holding the coffee house delights.
    “Ala Samantha,” he announced and wiggling his nose, he took me home in the blink of an eye.
    As transportation went, I liked it. Fast, free and I would assume environmentally friendly. I held out my hands for the breakfast treats and with a resigned sigh, he handed them over. “I guess this means you’re not going to ask me up?” He waggled his brows at me hopefully.
    His engaging grin almost did me in, but knowing the inquisition awaiting me upstairs, I resisted. “I doubt you’d enjoy the major girl gab fest. They’re going to want all the details. Which reminds me,” I said my eyes widening as I chastised myself for my distraction. “What happened to the vamps that attacked me last night? Should I be looking for a new job?” Or looking to move to a new zipcode?
    Gene scoffed. “You have nothing to fear. Simon would have dispatched them before bringing you home. He can’t stand the nasty creatures and takes great delight in sending them to the great beyond.” Then, as if realizing what he said, he stammered. “Well not that he’d hurt you of course. You’re not really a vamp, even if you—Ah, screw this.” He stopped talking and in a motion too fast for me to track, plastered a hot kiss on me that left my legs shaking and my pussy screaming “Take me, now.” Then without even a goodbye, Gene, my genie out of his bottle—and I suspected partly of his mind—left. And silly me, I was sorry to see him go.
    I trudged up the stairs to my apartment, the elevator being on the fritz again. I consoled myself with the fact that the exercise meant I could