Wolf with Benefits
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Novikov signed my shirt, just like you said he would. Kyle held up the shirt for Ric to see.
Good. Im glad he did as I told him to.
Yeah, Oriana said, it went great until Kyle here asked to see him naked.
Ric briefly closed his eyes. Again, Kyle? Again?
Horrified, Toni demanded, Oh, my God, Kyle! Did you ask Ric to
I will not be held back by societys mores!
Its not societys mores were concerned with, Kyle, Ric kindly explained. Its societys creeps.
So youre saying that Bo Novikov is
No, Ric said quickly and firmly. Thats not what I mean. And although you might be safe with Novikov or with me, that doesnt mean the rest of the world is a safe bet. You have to be careful.
Kyle motioned to Toni. But thats what I have her for. To protect me from societys creeps.
Really? Is that what Ive been reduced to? Toni asked. Your bodyguard? Is that my life? Is that going to be my life?
I wouldnt worry about you having that job for long, Oriana told her.
Why?
How good could you be at protecting him with those stick legs of yours?
Toni looked down at her legs, then quickly realized she was involved in a ridiculous conversation. Again.
You know what, Toni said, getting to her tiny stick legs. As fascinating as this is, we have to go. Weve got to make that flight.
Ric blinked. Make your flight?
Yeah. Nothing worse than trying to get this group on the same flight once weve missed our original flight. Were going standard air. Tonis term for flights that catered to full-humans.
Yet when Toni looked up at Ric, she saw that he was watching her with a mix of humor and pity. You havent talked to your mother, have you? he asked.
Toni immediately began rubbing her forehead. No. Why?
I think there might have been a change of plan.
No, Toni said, shaking her head. No. No change of plan. No wacky, last-minute ideas. No. She was adamant about it. No!
Toni pulled her cell phone out of the back pocket of her jeans and took a quick look. No calls. From anyone. Her parents would have texted her, right? Called her? Something?
Unless . . .
Slowly Toni looked over at Oriana.
The younger female lowered her cell phone, gave one of her annoying smirks. Oh. Thats right, the brat said carefully. I forgot I have a message for you from Mom.
Really? You forgot?
Dont make this into abig deal, her sister warned, sounding bored. You know how Mom is.
Moms not really the issue here at the moment.
Look, its not my job to get messages back and forth between you and our mother.
If thats true, then I guess you wont be needing this.
Toni snatched Orianas cell phone from her hand and threw it down the hall and into the wall. She took great satisfaction at the sound of something on the device breaking from the impact.
Now go fetch, bitch! Toni screamed at her sister.
You are such a ridiculous child! Oriana screamed back.
And youre a spoiled twat!
Ric quickly stepped between them, facing Toni. My car can take you to your mother.
Panting, her fangs burrowing into her bottom lip as they grew from her gums, Toni nodded. Fine.
Great. Great. He turned and took Orianas arm, Zia still asleep on his shoulder. Fights between her siblings never really bothered her or her twin. Lets go get whats left of your phone and Ill call my driver.
He led Oriana down the hall, giving Toni a few seconds to calm down.
Wow, the bobcat muttered from his desk. Your sisters right. Your legs really are skinny.
Toni briefly thought about swiping all the cats crap off his desk, but that wasnt something shed do to anyone who wasnt one of her siblings. But that was the beauty of being one of the Jean-Louis Parker clan . . . sometimes you didnt have to do anything at all, because there was a sibling there to take care of it for you.
It must be hard, Kyle mused to the bobcat. One of the superior cats. Revered and adored throughout history as far back as the ancient Egyptians. And yet here you sit. At a desk. A common drone. Taking orders from lowly canines and bears. Do your ancestors call to you from the great beyond, hissing their disappointment to you? Do they cry out in despair at where youve ended up despite such a lofty bloodline? Or does your hatred spring from the feline misery of always being alone? Skulking along, wishing you had a mate or a pack or pride to call your own? But all you have is you . . . and your pathetic job as a drone? Does it break your feline heart to be so . . . average? So common? So . . . human?
Toni cringed, which helped her not laugh.
And although shed normally stop one of her brothers ego-destroying rants long before he got to the so human part, this time, with this particular bobcat . . . she just couldnt. Yet what she could do was get her baby brother out of here before he had to witness a bobcat male sobbing softly into his Starbucks coffee and egg salad sandwich lunch.
Good. Im glad he did as I told him to.
Yeah, Oriana said, it went great until Kyle here asked to see him naked.
Ric briefly closed his eyes. Again, Kyle? Again?
Horrified, Toni demanded, Oh, my God, Kyle! Did you ask Ric to
I will not be held back by societys mores!
Its not societys mores were concerned with, Kyle, Ric kindly explained. Its societys creeps.
So youre saying that Bo Novikov is
No, Ric said quickly and firmly. Thats not what I mean. And although you might be safe with Novikov or with me, that doesnt mean the rest of the world is a safe bet. You have to be careful.
Kyle motioned to Toni. But thats what I have her for. To protect me from societys creeps.
Really? Is that what Ive been reduced to? Toni asked. Your bodyguard? Is that my life? Is that going to be my life?
I wouldnt worry about you having that job for long, Oriana told her.
Why?
How good could you be at protecting him with those stick legs of yours?
Toni looked down at her legs, then quickly realized she was involved in a ridiculous conversation. Again.
You know what, Toni said, getting to her tiny stick legs. As fascinating as this is, we have to go. Weve got to make that flight.
Ric blinked. Make your flight?
Yeah. Nothing worse than trying to get this group on the same flight once weve missed our original flight. Were going standard air. Tonis term for flights that catered to full-humans.
Yet when Toni looked up at Ric, she saw that he was watching her with a mix of humor and pity. You havent talked to your mother, have you? he asked.
Toni immediately began rubbing her forehead. No. Why?
I think there might have been a change of plan.
No, Toni said, shaking her head. No. No change of plan. No wacky, last-minute ideas. No. She was adamant about it. No!
Toni pulled her cell phone out of the back pocket of her jeans and took a quick look. No calls. From anyone. Her parents would have texted her, right? Called her? Something?
Unless . . .
Slowly Toni looked over at Oriana.
The younger female lowered her cell phone, gave one of her annoying smirks. Oh. Thats right, the brat said carefully. I forgot I have a message for you from Mom.
Really? You forgot?
Dont make this into abig deal, her sister warned, sounding bored. You know how Mom is.
Moms not really the issue here at the moment.
Look, its not my job to get messages back and forth between you and our mother.
If thats true, then I guess you wont be needing this.
Toni snatched Orianas cell phone from her hand and threw it down the hall and into the wall. She took great satisfaction at the sound of something on the device breaking from the impact.
Now go fetch, bitch! Toni screamed at her sister.
You are such a ridiculous child! Oriana screamed back.
And youre a spoiled twat!
Ric quickly stepped between them, facing Toni. My car can take you to your mother.
Panting, her fangs burrowing into her bottom lip as they grew from her gums, Toni nodded. Fine.
Great. Great. He turned and took Orianas arm, Zia still asleep on his shoulder. Fights between her siblings never really bothered her or her twin. Lets go get whats left of your phone and Ill call my driver.
He led Oriana down the hall, giving Toni a few seconds to calm down.
Wow, the bobcat muttered from his desk. Your sisters right. Your legs really are skinny.
Toni briefly thought about swiping all the cats crap off his desk, but that wasnt something shed do to anyone who wasnt one of her siblings. But that was the beauty of being one of the Jean-Louis Parker clan . . . sometimes you didnt have to do anything at all, because there was a sibling there to take care of it for you.
It must be hard, Kyle mused to the bobcat. One of the superior cats. Revered and adored throughout history as far back as the ancient Egyptians. And yet here you sit. At a desk. A common drone. Taking orders from lowly canines and bears. Do your ancestors call to you from the great beyond, hissing their disappointment to you? Do they cry out in despair at where youve ended up despite such a lofty bloodline? Or does your hatred spring from the feline misery of always being alone? Skulking along, wishing you had a mate or a pack or pride to call your own? But all you have is you . . . and your pathetic job as a drone? Does it break your feline heart to be so . . . average? So common? So . . . human?
Toni cringed, which helped her not laugh.
And although shed normally stop one of her brothers ego-destroying rants long before he got to the so human part, this time, with this particular bobcat . . . she just couldnt. Yet what she could do was get her baby brother out of here before he had to witness a bobcat male sobbing softly into his Starbucks coffee and egg salad sandwich lunch.
