Page 2 of Loup Garou
“Sun sets around eight lately so I have a while to come up with a good excuse as to why I’m not going to be able to make it.”
“Lindsay!”
Grinning, I kissed her cheek quickly. “You know you love me.”
Myra snickered as she thumped her hip to mine. “God help me, I do.”
“The idea of my mother trying to set me up with someone else makes my stomach tight. You go in my place. She always picks men who are right up your alley.” It was true. Myra’s idea of the perfect man was my idea of a boring one. She seemed drawn to the executives. My idea of the perfect guy generally swayed more towards bad boys with big toys. Basically, everything she hated in a man. It made for a great friendship. It wasn’t like we ever had to worry we would try to steal each others’ boyfriend.
“Thanks, but I’ll pass.”
“Suit yourself.” I dropped my leg down and walked towards Myra’s black desk. The oversized unit had a raised glass top with silverfeet. A matching wall unit sat against the wall behind her and went to the ceiling. Every tiny paperclip had a home in Myra’s office. I moved things around once and she spent a week complaining. The temptation to do it again was great. I held back. It was hard.
“Want to fill me in on this Loup Garou guy?”
She arched a well-defined brow and gave me a questioning look. “I thought you weren’t entertaining going back into the business again.”
“I’m not.” I didn’t want to admit the second she told me the band’s name I had actually considered taking the job. “I’m curious as to why they’d name themselves after the French word for werewolves. That’s all. Are they supernaturals?”
So many supernaturals gravitated towards careers in the entertainment industry. What better way to hide from humans than right under their noses. Plus, I’m fairly sure god complexes came into play, but since I too had worked in the field, I thought it best not to dwell on the topic.
“You could always just ask the front man personally.” Myra glanced out of her office window. I did my best to follow her gaze but the light-grey slotted curtains blocked my view. It wasn’t an exterior window. More for decoration than anything, it gave her a decent view of the front lobby and the reception desk.
“Right. I’m supposed to believe the guy showed up already? It’s eight in the morning. Next thing you’ll be telling me is Gina is going to be on time for once today.”
Myra laughed.
Gina, another close friend of mine, who also happened to be a demon slayer, seemed to run on her own time. I stopped questioning it and started telling her that her classes were earlier than they really were. It seemed to do the trick.
I winked. “Band members do not rise before lunch. It’s like an unspoken rule. I tried to get my hands on the manual once but they keep it hidden and protect it with their lives. It’s almost as sacred to them as their guitars and groupie black books.”
The smug look Myra gave me was an all too familiar one. “Enjoy your class, Lindsay.”
“Will do. Page meifthis guy happens to show. Should the Ferris family call, give them my condolences. The reaper just showed up for dear old great-granddad.” I pushed the office door open, staring at Myra the entire time I walked backwards into the lobby.
“Please tell me you’re kidding, Lindsay. I hate it when you do the mumbo-jumbo get-a-vibe-and-spit-it-out thing. It’s creepy.” Myra’s face paled. She ran a hand through her long, wavy hair and shook her head as she hurried out behind me. “If I find out he’s gone, I’m going to pay the voodoo guy on the corner of Fifth and Pearl Street to put a hex on you.”
“Take some of my hair. He’ll need it.” I winked at her. “Oh, and be sure to tell him that I’ll pretend not to notice his power while he’s doing it. It’ll keep his ego up. He always hates it when I sense him. See if he can do anything about how sensitive my eyes are to sunlight. I’m fine with everything about myself except the fact I need sunglasses for more than a few short minutes in direct light. Try not to freak him out by telling him my dad is half-vampire though. Oooh, and give him triple if he can find a man I don’t creep out. Tell him I’ll double that too if the guy is hot and well equipped.”
Oh yeah. Supernatural and hung like a horse. Who wouldn’t want it?
“No amount of money is going to solve the problem of you keeping a man. Stop being weird and you’ll increase your chances by about four percent, maybe.”
“Bite me.” I grinned. Egging on a female cat shifter wasn’t the smartest thing I’d ever done, but it sure was fun.
Myra waggled her brows and gave me a daring smile. “Don’t tempt me.”
“Here kitty, kitty, kitty,” I said, puckering my lips and making cat noises at her.
“Ms. Willows. Ms. Willows!”
Sighing, I forced a smile onto my face as a tall blond guy with a body to die for but little more going for him rushed towards me. He wasthe single reason I never implemented a dress code for my employees. His love for running around without a shirt on was the highlight of my day. Since we worked at a recreation center, we could get away with next to nothing on. As I stared at his bare chest and let my gaze run down to his jogging pants, I suddenly wished I’d made him sign a paper promising to walk around in the buff. “Blair, what can I do for you?”
“It’s Brook,” he said, grinning from ear to ear, looking as though he was about to pose for a toothpaste commercial.
“Pardon?” I asked, concentrating on the way his pelvic muscles formed a V.
“My name is Brook.”
