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had taken several drinks, a lot of soothing talking from Mr. Sokolov and maybe even some vampire hypnotism for her to reconcile the things she had seen and learned about the world during that first meeting.
    For the longest time she had just worked in the loss prevention department of Sokolov Enterprises. But as she progressed through the ranks, doing a better and better job, someone higher up took notice and wanted to meet the girl who had saved them so many millions of dollars over the years. Eventually she ended up face to face with Aleski Sokolov himself—at a club called Pandoreum. She’d never heard of the club, and for good reason. It was an invite-only supernatural pleasure club that Mr. Sokolov had financed for a very good demon friend of his.
    It was there that Maribel had learned there was more to the world than what she could see. At first she was scared, but the supernatural mist that ran through Pandoreum had served to calm her and leave her open to suggestion. She’d even been invited to experience some of the pleasures of the demon, but she had hastily declined. Even the euphoric mist couldn’t bring her to abandon her moral center.
    It was during that meeting that Mr. Sokolov had explained his plan to expand into the entertainment industry and his desire to have her expertise present at each job site as he made it happen. Her preliminary report had declared Bucklin a safe bet, but would he really take her advice to heart if that all changed and she advised him to pull out?
    Thus far he had made good decisions and she had done a good job on risk analysis, leaving everyone’s bank account a little fatter at the end of the day. She hadn’t failed him yet, but she also hadn’t run into a town like Bucklin before.
    But here she was, in the middle of a strange, ‘out there’ situation, about to go on a date with a hot werewolf. No. It wasn’t a date. It was just dinner so she could conduct her interview. She was doing business and nothing more. Hopefully Seth didn’t think it was going to be anything more than dinner.
    Why would he even want a girl like her? Everyone in the room had seen the semi-hard-on he had for Ms. Wilson. That was the only explanation for what it was. She had already begun to flirt with him the moment they walked in and he had responded pretty favorably to it—all men did. But this deal was done, so Ms. Wilson had no reason to sleep with him. Surely someone as miserable as Stacy Wilson didn’t enjoy sex—it was just another tool in her repertoire.
    “Should I change?” she asked herself aloud as she stared at herself in the mirror that sat right beside the front door. She was still wearing the suit she had put on earlier. It looked nice, but it had an entire day’s worth of wear on it and it wasn’t exactly the most flattering of outfits. But she wasn’t trying to flatter her figure, she was trying to get information to do the best job possible so her boss wouldn’t fire her.
    Look at how big my boobs are, she thought, reaching up and grabbing a handful of each. She’d always heard anything more than a handful was a waste. Not even Shaq could palm these puppies; they were venturing into the double-E range. She didn’t think it was attractive, plus they sagged a little. She had to give herself credit; they’d held up much better than most girls her size, but they weren’t exactly slapping her in the chin with their perkiness, either. Plus there was a spare tire around her waist that was clearly visible.
    More than once she’d opened up her fridge and cabinets and thrown everything away and vowed to go on some new crazy diet. She’d gone on all-vegetable, all-meat, liquid, no liquid, paleo, no carb, vegan, you name it and she’d tried it. But none of them had ever worked and she couldn’t ever consistently convince herself to go to the gym. There was no way in hell a wolf like Seth, who obviously took very good care of his body, would be interested in a girl like