Seed of the Dragon: A Paranormal Dragon Shifter Romance
roof and shifted back. My clothes were ruined but luckily this man’s suit wasn’t in terrible shape so it would have to do.
    Re-entering the party I was wearing a dead man’s suit, with just a tiny speckle of his blood on the collar of the dress shirt.
    This wasn’t going to be as fun as I thought… that was until I saw her .
     
    ***
    The hotel was filled with people in evening gowns and tuxedos. Chatter filled the opulent halls with its twinkling chandeliers and lipstick stained wine glasses. Most of the guests were in their 50’s, successful business men and women, but there were also those in their 20’s and 30’s roaming the halls and they were there either there of their relatives’ accord, or even rarer, their own. A woman my age caught my eye across the marble floors. She had stunning sapphire eyes that matched her sheer dress which teased with its high slit across her thigh.
    She was tall, not as much as I, but tall for a woman. If I had to guess, she might be a model, and from the look of the power point on the screen on the far wall announcing a new a brand with her face posing next to the perfume bottle, I’d say my guess was correct.
    I had time before they discovered the body, so I decided it might be high time I go and socialize with people my age and type: people like her. I walked with purpose across the room towards the siren whose song was seducing me.
    “How’re you doing tonight?” I asked, hoping not to come off too strong.
    “I’m alright, and you?” she answered politely.
    “Just feeling a little stuffy in here with all these older people,” I joked.
    “Ha, I know what you mean!” the siren replied. “It’s still very nice though, the decorations are amazing.”
    “I agree, it’s really fancy, must’ve cost a fortune,” I said.
    We both gazed in wonder at the amazing décor and ritzy surroundings.
    “I’m Shawn by the way,” I introduced myself.
    “I’m Rachel,” she answered back.
    “What’re you doing at such a party, Rachel?” I asked.
    “I’m promoting myself as a model, actually. My agent said it would be really good for me to socialize among these people in order to make connections and get sponsors,” Rachel said.
    I hummed, such a nice and honest girl was a model, although I shouldn’t be surprised with how beautiful she was. There weren’t many others that could hold a candle to this woman’s looks. I assumed she was just born with a twinkle in her eye.
    “Your dress matches your eyes, Rachel,” I said, almost whispering.
    “Ah- thank you,” Rachel stumbled, “You look quite handsome yourself.” Rachel smiled up at me, her eyes crinkling in a cute fashion. Her makeup was smoky and it did all the more to accentuate her wonderful features.
    Why is it that I find myself falling for human women so easily? Every time I go on a mission like this, I find a girl like Rachel and can’t help but imagine something… a future? It’s so easy for me to get lost in moments like these, lost in the beauty of women. Something about them is soft and appealing; their features, their voices, and the way they spoke and walked.
    The confident woman who pierces my heart with her stilettos has the same effect as the woman with the homely looks and the mouth of a sailor. Women… are so wonderful. They come in so many varieties and all are sweet and quench my thirst. I just didn’t like shifter women for some reason…
    “Shawn?” Rachel questioned.
    “Sorry, was just caught up in thought for a moment,” I waved my hand, “would you like to go on a walk?”
    “A walk?” Rachel asked.
    “Just for some fresh air,” I assured. “It’s stuffy in here.”
    Rachel looked behind her and then to me. “I’d love some fresh air,” she said.
    I smiled at her and she smiled back. Her long, blond, curled hair shined and bounced as she grabbed a hold of my jacket sleeve and pulled me along.
    Outside, clouds moved along the sky, covering most of it. The wind was cold as
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