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expect Nae to be given the same
respect you show me.” He waited for his statement to sink in before
continuing. “I got nothing at the moment, La, all our operations
are going smoothly, and I haven’t gotten any new contracts. It
looks like you’ll get some much deserved down time.”
    “ Pfffssttt. I’d rather
slit someone’s throat. Come on El, throw me a bone, something!” The
legs of her chair hit the floor with a thud. “Oh shit! You found
your mate!”
    El placed his palms flat on the wood
surface. “I did. Enjoy the freedom while you can La. You never know
when shit is going to hit the fan, and we’ll need your aerial
expertise.”
    “ Yeah, don’t you need to
molt or something, birdy?” Aristotle teased, before adding, “That’s
great El, but – umm - you hate humans.”
    “ Keep joking Ari. Don’t be
surprised when you find shit in your hair.” Ursala
interrupted.
    “ Correction Ari. Now I
only despise some of the species.” El wiped a palm down his face.
    Gunter sighed.
“ Goddess only knows what I was thinking
when I took you beasts in .”
    Trace abruptly rose and stalked to the
door. With his hand on the knob, he turned back to glance at El. El
leaned back in his chair and flicked his fingers. Trace opened the
door and exited the room.
    Ursala shuddered. “Ugh, that
communication thing you two got going on is creepy.”
    “ La, I swear you bumped
your head when you fell out of the nest. I understood Trace as
clear as day. He was asking to leave.” El stared at the door Trace
exited.
    “ He doesn’t speak! For as
long as I’ve known him, which is forever , he has never said a word.”
She looked toward Gunter.
    Gunter shrugged. “What do you want me
to say? I understood Trace completely.”
    “ Oh-my-freaking-Goddess!”
Ursala stood and placed her fists on her hips.
    “ El, please give La
something to do, kill, or maim. I’m not sure our pride can handle
her neurotic ass.” Aristotle clapped his palms together.
    El rubbed his temple. “Sit down La. I
swear you two are like five year olds. I’m like Gunter now,
wondering why the hell I put up with your antics.”
    Aristotle grinned wide. “That’s easy.
Gunter…”
    His words were cut off by a distinctly
high pitched, nasal sound. “Oh good, I found you.” Zima shoved the
door wider and glided into the office.
    Aristotle eyes widened at
the intrusion. “Shit just hit the fan!” He burst out laughing.
    Gunter straightened, strode toward
Aristotle, and yanked the man up. He gazed over at Ursala and
cocked a brow. She swung her head between Zima and El.
    Ursala pleaded. “But … but … please
let me stay! I never get to witness the good stuff!”
    Gunter pushed Aristotle forward.
“March La. Goddess, I should’ve never prayed for patience, ‘cause
every time I did I got saddled with one of you.” He shoved
Aristotle and Ursala past a beaming Zima. She did a little finger
wave as they left, and Gunter yanked the door shut behind
him.
    El watched as Zima flitted across the
room, touching the framed pictures on the wall. She skimmed her
hand over his club vest lying over the arm of the sofa. Zima
sauntered over to El, planted a thin hip on the edge of his desk,
and bent forward so her cleavage filled the deep v of her blouse.
Ignoring her, he steepled his fingers and waited for her to speak.
After a few minutes, she turned away with a huff, flounced across
the room, and plopped down on the couch. El pressed his lips
together and stared.
    Zima pouted. “Well say something,
baby.”
    “ Who the fuck are you to
interrupt my meeting?” She jerked at his guttural
demand.
    “ Sweetheart, I had to see
you. After last night, I wanted to make sure everything was okay.”
Her voice wobbled with uncertainty.
    The growl started low in his throat.
El leaned forward in his seat. “At what point in our hook-ups did I
ever give you the impression I was your baby? Nor am I your mate.
I’m not sure what world you live in, but you