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his weight
in the chair so that he sat at an angle while one arm dangled over the edge.
Smoke billowed upward, adding to the rich scents in the room. “A very gorgeous
creature indeed.”
    Then he blinked.
    Sonja stood in the doorway wearing a sexy-as-hell grin.
Shoulders back, hands on luscious hips, confidence rolled off her in waves. So
did attitude. “You forgot this.” She ran a finger down the black leather coat
before it fell open to reveal a low-scooped top that pushed her breasts up and
showed plenty of mouthwatering cleavage.
    Hair spilled out behind her and against the black of the
coat.
    Before he even finished looking at her, his mouth went dry.
    A low whistle sounded from behind him.
    Derrick turned an irritated glare at Michael.
    “Ahem.” Her lips curled up in a half smile, pulling his
attention back to her. “I thought about keeping it.” Her sultry voice pulled at
his groin.
    Over my dead body. Though to have her wear only it… He
arched a brow. “But you showed up here instead.”
    She nodded. “Yeah, my brother said I should check out my
biggest fan in his natural habitat.”
    Derrick took a puff of his cigar and blew the smoke toward the
closed door. Her behavior certainly differed from last night. He nodded, took
another puff, let his eyes roam over her body. Yup, tight leather pants hugged
those beautiful hips. That top needed to be just a tad shorter and he’d get
another glimpse of her flat tummy.
    Of course, she wore boots.
    Go figure, right?
    He stood, hands itching to let the cigar drop and carry her
off somewhere just so he could undress her and put his hands all over her,
remembering the feel of her soft flesh against his.
    Of course, he’d love to yank those pants down, too, and find
out if she wore the same black bra and panty set, or if she didn’t bother
wearing anything at all.
    Everything about her clothes screamed her personality. Even
the blood-red color of her hair falling down her back in ringlets said she
embraced the culture she was part of.
    “So, you two had a moment last night, eh?” Michael failed to
hide the innuendo from his words.
    Derrick glared at him. He took a puff off his cigar, blew a
thick cloud of smoke at Michael, then stared back at Sonja. She brushed her
hair back, exposing the line of her neck and pale flesh. “Excuse my friends. We
don’t usually get a lot of women in the shop and they forget themselves.”
    She nodded, shifted her weight from hip to hip, keeping her
gaze locked with his. “I understand. Most of our fans are…well, I wouldn’t
expect to find any of them here.” She waved a hand.
    He snorted. “Yeah, mahogany and money aren’t what usually
sustains the human race’s materialistic side. Not when the fans are…” He
blinked. “Angry.”
    Her voice dipped a notch. “I imagine you know about our
fans?”
    He set the cigar carefully in the groove of the ashtray
beside him, let the ash fall off with a gentle tap, then brought the cigar back
to his mouth before dragging in a puff and blowing a large cloud of smoke
overhead. “Not yours per se, but I’m very familiar with the scene. I’m as much
a rarity in your world as you are in mine.” He waved his free hand at the empty
seat between Erick and himself. “Have a seat, stay a few?”
    Her smile widened slightly. “How do you figure you’re a
rarity?”
    He gave her a feral grin that bared the faintest hint of
fang. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Rocky twitch. Good. Fucker
needed to be scared once in a while.
    She leaned back and the leather creaked beneath her. What he
wouldn’t give to be that leather, cupping her perfectly round ass. “Right.
Safest amongst the humans, eh?”
    “Indeed. This lounge is one of the more shifter-friendly
places, and a larger part of the crowd is usually shifters, but there are a
number of humans who are regulars.”
    She tilted her head slightly, puckered plump, ruby lips
together, and leaned forward. “And even rarer, as I