Chapter Seven - gawk at me

The next day Layna was surprised that Richard wasn't in school. She panicked.

What if Richard told his parents what had happened? What if they were coming for her?

She cursed and ran out of class to look for Morgan in his office. She came to a half at the door and knocked.

A low voice came from inside the office,

"Come in"

She stepped in and closed the door behind her. She looked at Morgan who had his sleeves rolled up and was typing away at his laptop. He was dressed more formally today.

"How does he look that good in a suit?" She muttered to herself.

He caught a whiff of her scent and looked up towards her, amusement dancing in his eyes,

"Layna...." He said in a sultry voice that made her want to jump him and drag him to bed. She shuddered and gave herself a slap which apparently was a tad too obvious because Morgan was in front of her the moment she snapped out of her reverie and raised her head.

He caressed her cheek which was starting to turn bright red.

"You didn't need to hurt yourself doll.... Gawk at me all you want..." He leaned in on her and whispered in her ear, his hot breath fanning her neck,

"I don't mind" he continued

A chill ran down her spine and felt a sudden gush of heat to her lower abdomen. Layna pushed him away and stepped back warily. He cocked his brows and walked over to his little bar and poured himself a drink. A liquid so red it might have as well been blood.

'but it isn't as viscous ' Layna thought

He swirled the drink in the goblet and turned to her.

"How may I help you doll?"

"Don't call me that!" She snapped

"Feisty.... I like" he drew his voice and ran his tongue over his abnormally sharp canines.

She took a deep breath and said, "I need your help"

His lips twitched. He walked slowly and enticingly back to his seat and swerved a bit in it.

"Now that's intriguing.... "

"What about it?"

"You don't seem like the one to ask for help"

She took another deep breath and looked him straight in the eyes,

"Well I am now... So will you help me, please?"

Morgan felt his groin tighten. His eyes glinted. This little female sure has a lot of effects on him and he wasn't liking it. Losing control over a woman wasn't his thing but he had to admit the little thing had her charm. Her small mouth was squeezed tight making it even redder. How he felt like parting those lips apart with his of course and savouring the taste of her. Savor.... That he would surely do then leave a mark on that flawless neck of hers while his hands.....

He looked at her sharply making her cock her brows,

"How are you in college when you're not up to legal age?"

"I'm a genius" she said raising her chin.

He chuckled then stood up and walked around the table to her. He trailed a finger from the side of her face to her clavicle,

"Oh the things I wanna do to you doll.... " He muttered under his breath.

"What now?" Layna stepped back and asked. She didn't quite get what he had said.

"We should be grateful you're underage... Grateful indeed... Anyways what do you want my help with?"

'This one sure is an oddball ' she thought then cleared her throat,

"Richard... I want you to wipe his memories of that incident"

"Incident? What incident?" He asked with a low laugh

"Oh surely you haven't forgotten the incident where he tried to ra..."

He was once again in front of her in a flash, his right index finger on her lip

"Don't say the word doll.... "

His eyes gleamed with something deadly and dangerous. He stepped away from her and ran his right hand through his hair.

This girl was messing with his mind... The thought of that Richard putting his hands on her drove him mad with rage.

' I need to bed a woman... Get rid of all this energy ' he thought aware of his red eyes and rapidly elongating fangs.

Layna looked surprised.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah... Why not? Sure I'll help you" He said regaining his cool. "What've you got?"

"Huh?"

"In exchange for my help... What can you offer?"

"Um ... I don't know... What do you want?"

He felt the rush to his groin again and cursed.

"I want you ....." He began slowly again knowing it irked her "to have lunch with me..."

"Sure..."

"For two months " he said smiling

Her fingers twitched. She has an incredible itch to hit him square in the face.

"I should buy you lunch for two months?" She asked through gritted teeth

"No... I'll buy the lunch... You just have to be present.. you skip a day, you add a week"

"Bullsh.... Fine..."

"Alright " he said and walked back to his seat.

Layna glared at the man as he swerved his chair and tapped the table rhythmically.

"Aren't you going about it now?"

"Oh it's done already "

"What? And you tried to scam me?"

She turned on her heels and walked away but collided with some sort of invisible barrier which burned to the touch. She stepped back appalled.

Morgan was behind her in an instant,

"No backing out of a deal doll"

A while later Layna was glaring at Morgan who was seated across the table staring at her.

"Now now honey... It's free lunch for two months"

"Son of a bitch!" She cursed "you cast a spell on me" she rose violently from her seat.

He leaned back against his and crossed his legs.

"No... You've got that wrong... I'm not witch... We simply had a deal and breaking it well ... Has some consequences"

"Damned be consequences and you with it Morgan Orion! A line of girls will form from one end of the earth to the other if you announce your need for a lunch partner but you had to cast a fuckin' spell on me... Goddamn it ... What do you want from me?!"

"That too I'll like to know" he was beside her in an instant.

"Why you affect me... I've had women... Countless women but still I'm unnerved like an adolescent by and underaged little thing... A werewolf at that... What's it about you?huh?"

She looked at his parted lips and her breath hitched. Her chest heaved up and down as she tried to breath,

"Step....step back... I can't... breathe... Damn it"

"Go on " he said and turned towards the floor to ceiling window.

"Go before I change my mind " he spat

She pursed her lips and walked out banging the door.