Skin Game
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I pulled my shoulder away from her, gave her a glare, and said, Hey. Do you mind?
She folded her arms, her smile widening. Not at all. Whered you get it?
I glowered and turned back to my tux. The FBI shot me, maybe twelve years ago.
Seriously? Hannah asked. It faded out really well.
Its like that with wizards, I said.
Your left hand, she said. Thats from fire.
Vampires flunky, I said. Homemade flamethrower.
Which Court? she asked.
Black.
Interesting, she said, and stripped out of her sweater in one smooth motion.
Her body was exactly as pleasant to look at as the contours of the sweater had promised, possibly more so. My libido approved vigorously.
I hurriedly turned my back. Hey.
Youre kidding, right? she asked, something like laughter in her voice. Turning your back, really? On this? What kind of big-time badass are you, anyway, Dresden?
The kind who doesnt know you, Miss Ascher, I said.
Thats a fixable problem, isnt it? she asked, her voice teasing. And its Miss Ascher all of a sudden, huh? I wonder why that is.
Her black satin bra hit the counter in my peripheral vision. It had little bits of frilly lace along the edges.
I hurriedly jumped into the pants before I embarrassed myself. Look, I said. Were working together. Can we just get the job done, please?
Not nearly so many scars on your back, she noted. You dont run from much, do you?
I run all the time, I said, stuffing my arms into the shirt. But if you let yourself get attacked from behind a lot, you dont get scars. You get a hole in the ground.
Her boots made some clunking sounds on the floor. Socks and jeans joined the bra on the counter. This thief were picking up, she said. You two have some history, huh?
Sort of, I said. She stole my car.
She let out a brief laugh. And you let her?
She gave it back, I said. I bailed her out of trouble once.
Think you can get her to go with us?
If it was just me, it would be more likely, I said.
Or maybe youd try to throw a wrench into the works by making sure she didnt get on board, she said, her tone wry. After all, you like Nicodemus so much.
Oops. The woman was sharp. What? I asked.
Based on your response, Im going to assume that you dont have much of a poker face, either, she said. Cloth made soft rustling sounds. Dont feel bad. Its one of the things Im good at. Ive got a feel for people.
Meaning what?
Meaning that I can tell that right now, youre wound up tighter than twentyclock springs, she said. Youre nervous and scared and angry, and youre about to explode with the need to have sex with something. Ive met guys fresh out of prison who arent bursting at the seams as hard as you.
I paused in the midst of fastening cuff links.
Seriously, I can promise you that you are impaired right now. You should blow off a little steam. Be good for you.
Youre an expert, eh? I asked. My voice sounded a little rough.
On this? she asked, her voice teasing again. Im not bad. Zip me?
I turned to find her facing away from me. She was wearing the hell out of a little black dress accented with shining black sequins. Her legs were excellent. There wasnt much of a back to the dress, but there was a short zipper running a few inches up from the top of her hips. I was pretty sure she could have managed it alone. But I took a step over to her and did it up anyway.
She smelled like late-afternoon sunshine on wildflowers. Her long, curling hair touched the backs of my hands as they moved.
I felt the Winter in me stirring, taking notice of whatever had gotten to my sex drive, hungry for an outlet. That wasnt a good thing. Winter thought sex was almost as much fun as violence, and that they went even better mixed together. Like chocolate and peanut butter.
I started multiplying numbers in my head and stepped away again, focusing on getting dressed, and eight times eight, and putting on socks without sitting down or noticing the woman whose gaze remained on me.
Man, she said finally. Youve been burned more than once.
I fastened the pretied tie onto the collar and straightened it by feel. You have no idea.
Fine, she said, her voice steady and calm. You dont want to have fun at work, thats cool. I like you. I like your style. But this job is important to me, and to my partner. Get it right. You screw us over, and you and I are going to have a problem.
You really think you can take on a Wizard of the White Council, Miss Ascher? I asked.
I have so far, she said, without a trace of threat or bravado.
I turned to face her and found her on something almost like eye level with me, thanks to a pair of heels that went with the dress. She was fastening a diamond tennis bracelet onto her left wrist.
I stepped up close to her and took the ends of the bracelet in my fingers. You should hear my terms, too, I said, and as I did, I could hear the Winter in my voice, making it quiet and cold and hard. This town is my home. You hurt any mortals in my town, I take you out with the rest of the trash. And you should remember the state of my back, if you start thinking about putting a knife in it. Try it, and Ill bury you. The clasp closed, and I looked up to see her keeping a straight facebut I could see considerable uncertainty behind it. She drew her arm back from me a shade too quickly, and kept her eyes on my center of balance, as if she was expecting me to take a swing at her.
She folded her arms, her smile widening. Not at all. Whered you get it?
I glowered and turned back to my tux. The FBI shot me, maybe twelve years ago.
Seriously? Hannah asked. It faded out really well.
Its like that with wizards, I said.
Your left hand, she said. Thats from fire.
Vampires flunky, I said. Homemade flamethrower.
Which Court? she asked.
Black.
Interesting, she said, and stripped out of her sweater in one smooth motion.
Her body was exactly as pleasant to look at as the contours of the sweater had promised, possibly more so. My libido approved vigorously.
I hurriedly turned my back. Hey.
Youre kidding, right? she asked, something like laughter in her voice. Turning your back, really? On this? What kind of big-time badass are you, anyway, Dresden?
The kind who doesnt know you, Miss Ascher, I said.
Thats a fixable problem, isnt it? she asked, her voice teasing. And its Miss Ascher all of a sudden, huh? I wonder why that is.
Her black satin bra hit the counter in my peripheral vision. It had little bits of frilly lace along the edges.
I hurriedly jumped into the pants before I embarrassed myself. Look, I said. Were working together. Can we just get the job done, please?
Not nearly so many scars on your back, she noted. You dont run from much, do you?
I run all the time, I said, stuffing my arms into the shirt. But if you let yourself get attacked from behind a lot, you dont get scars. You get a hole in the ground.
Her boots made some clunking sounds on the floor. Socks and jeans joined the bra on the counter. This thief were picking up, she said. You two have some history, huh?
Sort of, I said. She stole my car.
She let out a brief laugh. And you let her?
She gave it back, I said. I bailed her out of trouble once.
Think you can get her to go with us?
If it was just me, it would be more likely, I said.
Or maybe youd try to throw a wrench into the works by making sure she didnt get on board, she said, her tone wry. After all, you like Nicodemus so much.
Oops. The woman was sharp. What? I asked.
Based on your response, Im going to assume that you dont have much of a poker face, either, she said. Cloth made soft rustling sounds. Dont feel bad. Its one of the things Im good at. Ive got a feel for people.
Meaning what?
Meaning that I can tell that right now, youre wound up tighter than twentyclock springs, she said. Youre nervous and scared and angry, and youre about to explode with the need to have sex with something. Ive met guys fresh out of prison who arent bursting at the seams as hard as you.
I paused in the midst of fastening cuff links.
Seriously, I can promise you that you are impaired right now. You should blow off a little steam. Be good for you.
Youre an expert, eh? I asked. My voice sounded a little rough.
On this? she asked, her voice teasing again. Im not bad. Zip me?
I turned to find her facing away from me. She was wearing the hell out of a little black dress accented with shining black sequins. Her legs were excellent. There wasnt much of a back to the dress, but there was a short zipper running a few inches up from the top of her hips. I was pretty sure she could have managed it alone. But I took a step over to her and did it up anyway.
She smelled like late-afternoon sunshine on wildflowers. Her long, curling hair touched the backs of my hands as they moved.
I felt the Winter in me stirring, taking notice of whatever had gotten to my sex drive, hungry for an outlet. That wasnt a good thing. Winter thought sex was almost as much fun as violence, and that they went even better mixed together. Like chocolate and peanut butter.
I started multiplying numbers in my head and stepped away again, focusing on getting dressed, and eight times eight, and putting on socks without sitting down or noticing the woman whose gaze remained on me.
Man, she said finally. Youve been burned more than once.
I fastened the pretied tie onto the collar and straightened it by feel. You have no idea.
Fine, she said, her voice steady and calm. You dont want to have fun at work, thats cool. I like you. I like your style. But this job is important to me, and to my partner. Get it right. You screw us over, and you and I are going to have a problem.
You really think you can take on a Wizard of the White Council, Miss Ascher? I asked.
I have so far, she said, without a trace of threat or bravado.
I turned to face her and found her on something almost like eye level with me, thanks to a pair of heels that went with the dress. She was fastening a diamond tennis bracelet onto her left wrist.
I stepped up close to her and took the ends of the bracelet in my fingers. You should hear my terms, too, I said, and as I did, I could hear the Winter in my voice, making it quiet and cold and hard. This town is my home. You hurt any mortals in my town, I take you out with the rest of the trash. And you should remember the state of my back, if you start thinking about putting a knife in it. Try it, and Ill bury you. The clasp closed, and I looked up to see her keeping a straight facebut I could see considerable uncertainty behind it. She drew her arm back from me a shade too quickly, and kept her eyes on my center of balance, as if she was expecting me to take a swing at her.
