Page 3 of Loup Garou
And I care about this why?
Forcing my gaze to return to his face, I patted his arm. “Yeah, right. Sorry. I’ll pay more attention to it next time. It takes me a bit to get everyone’s name down.”
“Ms. Willows, I’ve been here for two years now. You’re the one who hired me. Remember?”
Nope.
Myra snorted. I wanted to strangle her. It would be my luck to have her bear witness to yet another humiliating moment in my life. Not that I had a shortage or anything.
Deciding to rectify the situation, I pulled my sweatshirt off slowly, knowing exactly how I looked in the camouflage bikini-like, exercise top I had on. I also knew it would provide a nice little distraction. Brook was human, and they were always easier for me to seduce, not that I wanted to bed him. I just wanted him to lose track of the fact I never bothered to get to know him or his name.
As I stared at his rippling abs, I reconsidered the idea of sleeping with him. He could prove to be interesting for about fifteen minutes or so. Humans never lasted long in the stamina department with me. My magik tended to drain them long before I was sated.
Brook’s gaze dropped rapidly. As he stared at my breasts like they were breakfast, I tapped my foot. “So, Blair…umm…Brook. What was it you needed?”
“You,” he answered softly, his gaze never moving from my breasts.
Myra and I both laughed. I followed it with a cough. He didn’t seem to notice so I didn’t worry too much about laughing at him. “Come again?”
“Umm…err…youth basketball. The attendance has plummeted.”
I nodded. “Makes sense. The weather is breaking so the kids are hanging around outside more.”
Myra leaned against the reception area’s counter. “We need a creative way to get them in here. It’s hard to compete with the guys with fancy jewelry and flashy clothes. We were doing great. Not one of our kids had been in trouble over the winter.”
Covering my eyes, I thought about the situation. “Okay, we’ll do this. Blair—” Myra nudged me, “umm, Brook, you spread the word we’re planning a big bash before school starts back in session. Let them know that every day they show up and participate in the program fully, they’re entered into the contest.”
“What contest is that?”
“The one where the winner gets to select what concert the rest of the group goes to.” I glanced at Myra. “You need to go through and find out who is hot for their age group. Get me a list of four bands—artists in alternative, hip-hop and pop genres. Make sure they’re age appropriate. Have permission slips drawn up, listing the potential groups and the type of music they play. Keep it simple so the parents don’t have to use the force to decipher what the hell we’re talking about. The bands and their music confusemeand I know a lot of them. Every kid who signs up for the program needs a guardian’s signature. I’ll talk to Lynette down at children services for the handful who aren’t going to be able to track their parents down.”
Brook looked a little lost. I rolled my eyes and did my best to remember to keep it simple for him. “Brook, get their sizes for jerseys. Get the list to Myra and she’ll see to it they’re ordered. When the night comes for the concert, I’ll have them picked up in limos, taken for pizza and then the show. That’s the best I can come up with. Do you think it will work?”
“That’s going to cost a fortune,” Brook said.
“You can’t put a price on their safety, Brook. If I can keep them here and off the streets then it’s worth every penny. I’ll set up similar contests for the other things we offer. We’ll call it a Summer Bash and hopefully draw more kids into the program.”
“Okay, sounds good.” He turned and jogged toward the back of the facility. Myra and I tipped our heads, sighing as we watched his tight ass move. It was a sight worthy of late-night-pleasure-myself moments.
I waited for Brook to be out of earshot and laughed. “He kills me.”
“Why can’t you ever remember his name? I’m going to make him start wearing a name tag again.”
It was more of a name sticker because pinning something to his perfect chest hadn’t seemed right. I didn’t correct her. “Because when he told me it, I was staring at his abs. I really think my biggest weakness with the opposite sex is oblique muscles. I want to lick the indent all the way down and then lick whatever else,” I waggled my brows, “I find there. If he was fine with me calling him six-pack, I’d get it right every time. Well, it wouldn’t hurt if I actually cared what his name was. I bet I still screw it up two years from now. Too bad he’s human. I bet he’d be fun to take for a test drive.”
Myra hit my arm and snorted. “Honey, you’d eat the poor man alive.”
She was right. I would. Men like Brook never held up well under my pressure. “Gina told me she walked in on him changing and was very impressed with what he had to bring to the table.”
“I bet you’d remember the name he calls his dick,” Myra said, nudging me softly. I rolled my eyes and she laughed. “Come on, you know they all name it. When I was with Chad, I had to listen to him talk aboutThe Sharkall the time.”
I arched a brow. “The Shark?”
“Yeah.” She nodded. “Don’t you remember when I found him at the club with the blonde with fake boobs?”
My mouth dropped. “Ohmygod, that’s why you kept calling him guppy instead of his name the rest of the night.”
She nodded, looking proud of herself. “Yep. Okay, I shared a naming of the penis story. What do you have?” Myra closed her day planner and stared at me. It was a momentous occasion if I’d ever seen one. “You, of all people, should have at least a thousand stories, Lindsay.”
