Just One Drop
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Jen shook her head. "I think the air is thinner here because you two are clearly not getting enough oxygen to the brain."
"Oh, come on. Give us a break. Out of all of us, you've got inner skank-embracing down to an art form," Sally told her.
"True, very true, Sally. I am expert on all things skank." Jen was laughing as hard as Jacque and Sally when Decebel came around the corner.
The three girls froze while Decebel continued forward until he stood in front of Jen.
For a brief moment they simply stared at one another. The intensity that flowed between them was strong and nearly suffocating.
"I put your clothes and your suitcase in your room," Decebel told her.
Jen took a step back, surprised at his words. Decebel had seen the clothes in her suitcase, and by clothes she meant her womanly garments. She knew her face must be bright red because Decebel's eyes were glowing as she looked back at him. Before she could respond he leaned down and whispered in her ear.
"Please don't allow your friends to throw your clothes out the window. I had to make sure the wolves who found your things gave up all of the souvenirs they took souvenirs that would cause your beautiful face to turn ten shades of red." She felt his breath on her neck, and he inhaled deeply before walking away.
Jacque had once told her that when a werewolf pulled that little stunt, he was taking in a person's scent. She shivered at the thought and couldn't help turning to watch Decebel walk away.
Jen finally noticed her two friends, who were staring at her with mouths open wide.
"Did you two hear that?" she asked.
Both girls shook their heads, still unable to speak, still stuck in their state of shock at Decebel's behavior.
"Bloody hell, you two. Don't just stand there. Get in my room so I can give you the 411." Jen pushed her two best friends towards her bedroom door, all the while trying to figure out what had just taken place in the hall.
Once in the room Jen shut the door and leaned back against it. Head pressed back, she closed her eyes and slowed her breathing. Blasted wolf was going to give her a heart attack. Frustration rippled through her. Why him? Why did her heart have to pick the one guy she would never be able to have?
"What did he whisper in your ear, Jen?" Jacque questioned.
Jen shook her head, trying to clear it. "He told me to not let my friends throw my clothes out of the window," she paused and looked pointedly at Sally, who had the good sense to look sheepish, "because he had to get my clothes back which he called souvenirs from the wolves who apparently found them." She chuckled to herself, knowing she was once again the color of a beet. "And from the tone in his voice, said souvenirs must've been my womanly garments."
Jacque laughed. "Did you just call your bras and panties 'womanly garments'?"
"That is classic." Sally laughed along.
"Could you two Pollyannas focus, please?" Jen admonished.
"Sorry," Jacque said, trying to pull herself together. "No, really. I'm good. Please continue."
Jen rolled her eyes. "Then he did that whole sniffing thing that you said Fane does to you."
Jacque's head snapped up. "He scented you?" The alarm in her voice caused some unease to rear its ugly head in Jen.
"Um, yeah. That a problem?"
"It's just awfully possessive and very intimate. If Fane saw another wolf scent me he would tear into him."
Jen pondered on this only briefly before she decided it was time to move on. "Let's forget it all. I don't even want to get into the fact that Decebel has seen -"
"Your undergarments," Sally snorted as she interrupted Jen.
"Oh, shut up, Thelma," Jen snapped as she headed towards the closet in search of the night's outfit. Okay, she thought to herself, need to draw on my inner skank. She laughed as she started flipping through her clothes. Sally and Jacque joined her in the large closet and began their own searches.
"Ooo, how 'bout this?" Sally asked as she held up a short, distressed denim mini skirt and halter top.
"Um, Sally, we are in Romania in the winter time. Ring any bells?" Jacque asked.
"Oh, right. Cold. Got it," she said as she hung the outfit back up.
Jen pulled out a pair of low rise Lucky jeans. She and Jacque shared a love of the brand. Next she grabbed a deep plumb colored sweater with a plunging neckline. It had a fitted cut for a snug fit.
"I like." Jacque nodded in approval.
Jacque and Sally each borrowed shirts of Jen's. Sally chose a deep red sweater with wide arms that hung elegantly off her shoulders. Jacque picked her color of choice, a hunter green sweater dress that she planned to wear with dark grey leggings and boots. With their choices made, they headed off to their prospective bathrooms to change.
"Okay, meet back here in twenty for phase two," Sally advised.
"Dare I ask what phase two is?" Jen asked apprehensively.
"It's been too long since we've been out if you have to ask," Sally told her. "Hair and makeup, Jennifer. We have to take all this natural beauty up in here and make it shine."
"Riiiiight, shine. I'm on it, boss," Jen teased.
Chapter 6
"Come on! Really, Skender? That's all you got to give these pups?" Decebel growled as he watched the wolves he was training spar.
Decebel knew that his frustration wasn't really coming from the wolves' inadequacies but from a certain mouthy blonde who had her claws in him so deep he could feel the blood running down his back. The sad thing about the whole situation he liked it. Yeah, he thought, there is definitely something wrong with me.
"Oh, come on. Give us a break. Out of all of us, you've got inner skank-embracing down to an art form," Sally told her.
"True, very true, Sally. I am expert on all things skank." Jen was laughing as hard as Jacque and Sally when Decebel came around the corner.
The three girls froze while Decebel continued forward until he stood in front of Jen.
For a brief moment they simply stared at one another. The intensity that flowed between them was strong and nearly suffocating.
"I put your clothes and your suitcase in your room," Decebel told her.
Jen took a step back, surprised at his words. Decebel had seen the clothes in her suitcase, and by clothes she meant her womanly garments. She knew her face must be bright red because Decebel's eyes were glowing as she looked back at him. Before she could respond he leaned down and whispered in her ear.
"Please don't allow your friends to throw your clothes out the window. I had to make sure the wolves who found your things gave up all of the souvenirs they took souvenirs that would cause your beautiful face to turn ten shades of red." She felt his breath on her neck, and he inhaled deeply before walking away.
Jacque had once told her that when a werewolf pulled that little stunt, he was taking in a person's scent. She shivered at the thought and couldn't help turning to watch Decebel walk away.
Jen finally noticed her two friends, who were staring at her with mouths open wide.
"Did you two hear that?" she asked.
Both girls shook their heads, still unable to speak, still stuck in their state of shock at Decebel's behavior.
"Bloody hell, you two. Don't just stand there. Get in my room so I can give you the 411." Jen pushed her two best friends towards her bedroom door, all the while trying to figure out what had just taken place in the hall.
Once in the room Jen shut the door and leaned back against it. Head pressed back, she closed her eyes and slowed her breathing. Blasted wolf was going to give her a heart attack. Frustration rippled through her. Why him? Why did her heart have to pick the one guy she would never be able to have?
"What did he whisper in your ear, Jen?" Jacque questioned.
Jen shook her head, trying to clear it. "He told me to not let my friends throw my clothes out of the window," she paused and looked pointedly at Sally, who had the good sense to look sheepish, "because he had to get my clothes back which he called souvenirs from the wolves who apparently found them." She chuckled to herself, knowing she was once again the color of a beet. "And from the tone in his voice, said souvenirs must've been my womanly garments."
Jacque laughed. "Did you just call your bras and panties 'womanly garments'?"
"That is classic." Sally laughed along.
"Could you two Pollyannas focus, please?" Jen admonished.
"Sorry," Jacque said, trying to pull herself together. "No, really. I'm good. Please continue."
Jen rolled her eyes. "Then he did that whole sniffing thing that you said Fane does to you."
Jacque's head snapped up. "He scented you?" The alarm in her voice caused some unease to rear its ugly head in Jen.
"Um, yeah. That a problem?"
"It's just awfully possessive and very intimate. If Fane saw another wolf scent me he would tear into him."
Jen pondered on this only briefly before she decided it was time to move on. "Let's forget it all. I don't even want to get into the fact that Decebel has seen -"
"Your undergarments," Sally snorted as she interrupted Jen.
"Oh, shut up, Thelma," Jen snapped as she headed towards the closet in search of the night's outfit. Okay, she thought to herself, need to draw on my inner skank. She laughed as she started flipping through her clothes. Sally and Jacque joined her in the large closet and began their own searches.
"Ooo, how 'bout this?" Sally asked as she held up a short, distressed denim mini skirt and halter top.
"Um, Sally, we are in Romania in the winter time. Ring any bells?" Jacque asked.
"Oh, right. Cold. Got it," she said as she hung the outfit back up.
Jen pulled out a pair of low rise Lucky jeans. She and Jacque shared a love of the brand. Next she grabbed a deep plumb colored sweater with a plunging neckline. It had a fitted cut for a snug fit.
"I like." Jacque nodded in approval.
Jacque and Sally each borrowed shirts of Jen's. Sally chose a deep red sweater with wide arms that hung elegantly off her shoulders. Jacque picked her color of choice, a hunter green sweater dress that she planned to wear with dark grey leggings and boots. With their choices made, they headed off to their prospective bathrooms to change.
"Okay, meet back here in twenty for phase two," Sally advised.
"Dare I ask what phase two is?" Jen asked apprehensively.
"It's been too long since we've been out if you have to ask," Sally told her. "Hair and makeup, Jennifer. We have to take all this natural beauty up in here and make it shine."
"Riiiiight, shine. I'm on it, boss," Jen teased.
Chapter 6
"Come on! Really, Skender? That's all you got to give these pups?" Decebel growled as he watched the wolves he was training spar.
Decebel knew that his frustration wasn't really coming from the wolves' inadequacies but from a certain mouthy blonde who had her claws in him so deep he could feel the blood running down his back. The sad thing about the whole situation he liked it. Yeah, he thought, there is definitely something wrong with me.
