SEDUCE MY BLOOD (Bloody Desires Book 1) by Yumoyori Wilson (5)

"His assistant said I should be here twenty minutes early and yet here I am, still waiting," I mumbled under my breath, looking at my rose gold Michael Kors watch that sparkled from the sunlight that shone upon me.

I sighed, looking up at the tall seventy-five floor building of SMITH EXCHANGE COMPANY. Mr. Smith's company helped individuals receive loans for smaller business, directing them to the right bank services that would approve of their request before aiding in their establishment. It was extremely hard and competitive to get even a tiny barber shop in the city, but the moment retailers heard Smith Exchange was interested, all other offers were off and they would drop everything for that person to help them set up their business.

I'd done some quick research during my ride here, Alexander having scheduled me an UBER. For a Monday, the streets weren't as busy as normal, possibly because it hadn't hit rush hour yet. I'd gotten here at 7:15 AM, wanting to look more into the building, surroundings, and get a general idea of who Mr. Smith was before I was scheduled to start.

I ended up getting distracted studying the entire area to learn more about him. I knew one of the many MUSTS as a secretary was to assess your environment for all the main services you might possibly need to meet the demands of your boss. A perfect example was the five different coffee shops in a 3 block radius. It was important to be aware of them all in case my boss was a Starbucks guy every Monday and Wednesday and a Dunkin Donut lover on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Fridays were always 'whatever will help me survive until the end of my shift' beverage so that choice would vary. Trust me, I've conducted research on this.

"I swear, I might as well go inside," I mumbled, glancing around for a woman named Annie Walgreen. She was Lesley's assistant and the two worked to ensure all of Mr. Smith's demands were met in a timely manner. As I continued to stand at the bottom of the three flights of stone stairs leading to the glamorous glass entrance that had automatic rotating doors, three security guards standing at post at all times, and a very fancy doorkeeper who greeted every single person who walked in and said farewell to those who left, I realized this was a really luxurious work environment. It made me curious what everyone's salary was and if they had a union.

When the clock struck ten minutes to eight, I gave up waiting and began my walk up the stairs. I took a deep breath when I reached the top step, taking a final glance up at the bluish grey, all glass building before I straightened my posture and began my power walk to the entrance.

The doorman greeted me and I nodded my head in return, walking through the automatic rotating doors before entering the lavishly designed first floor. The red carpet looked brand new and the floor was all white marble. Everyone was wearing designer clothing and holding various expensive brands like LV, Prada, Gucci; I even saw a few Hermes bags. Well shit. Do they get spending money just for high-class attire?

"May I help you with anything, ma'am?"

I turned my head to my left and saw a woman standing beside me wearing a red suit. Her brown hair was tied up in a high bun with a red ribbon holding it together. Her shoes were the exact shade of red as her outfit and her red matte lipstick.

"I'm here to see Mr. Smith. I'm his newly hired private secretary. I was supposed to be directed by an assistant, but she's yet to show up," I explained, using a professional tone. I didn't know if I was being tested or not, so I should probably keep up my professional appearance until I knew what I was getting myself into.

"Ah. Mr. Smith did receive an email from Lesley stating she'd reached out for a temporary secretary. Hmmm..." She looked me over from head to toe. A small smile formed on her red lips and I could sense the trickle of desire that buzzed through her. I'd locked my powers and for extra reassurance, was wearing a bracelet I'd brought with me from my locked up days, just for situations like these.

I planned to take it off once I reached the office, but with too many people around, I didn't want to bring attention to myself until I was familiar with everything and management knew who I was and who I worked for.

The woman gave me a pleased smile, seemingly satisfied with my appearance as she nodded once. "Right this way."

We walked over to the main elevators, but as we approached, she continued past it. I followed, my red heels clicking on the marble floor with each step.

Seeing as red seemed to be a theme with this building, I was happy I'd worn this particular outfit: a red fitted dress that reached my knees and a white blazer on top to hide the fact the dress was strapless. My hair was wavy, but perfectly styled unlike the messy fuzzy look from this morning when Alexander dragged me out of bed.

I wore red lip gloss, the shiny tint having a few gold sparkles and went well with my natural look. I had only applied a nude shade of eyeshadow with a slight darker shade to add a shadowing effect to my eyelids. Some lashes, eyeliner, and perfect brows completed my look, making me look classy and formal which I didn't regret now that I knew just how sophisticated you had to look to work here.

"Right this way." The brunette gestured to our right. I nodded my head with a small smile as I followed her to a gold elevator. Gold. Not the fake shit. REAL gold. How fucking rich is this guy?

She pulled out a gold plated card, swiping it once before placing her hand on the fingerprint identifier. There was a beep before the doors opened. "WELCOME" a female voice intoned. The brunette ushered me in. 

"This will take you directly to the 75th floor. Another secretary will be able to give you access to his office. I'm assuming Annie's going to be late so I suggest for the sake of your reputation here, you meet Mr. Smith yourself." She winked before bowing her head. 

"Thank you for the advice." I bowed my head in return.

"No problem. Hope you make the cut. It would be nice to have someone like you around." Her grin was more playful and I had to fight against the urge to tease her a little bit with my power. She didn't know what she'd be getting into, unless she knew exactly what I was. I could sense vampire in her, noticing a touch of the striking color through her brown contacts.

"Thank you. Me too," I whispered, not hiding my interest as I gave her a seductive smile before entering the elevator. When the doors closed I sighed, pulling out my phone. I noticed a text message from Alexander.

I grinned, glancing up at the display that showed 15 and then slowly continued upwards. I had a bit of time till I reached the 75th floor so I began texting back.

I had to giggle, the grey bubble with three dots appeared immediately and I could picture a sleepy Alexander trying to text back his rage. I found it hilarious that he made a bet with Pix who literally couldn't talk back, but knowing how kind Alexander was, he'd give him some regardless. My phone dinged; a new message popped up.

I wanted to reply but he sent another message which made me laugh, followed by another one.

I sighed; a wide smile formed on my glossy lips and my heart swelled from how grateful I was to have him in my life. Even though I had done this hundreds of times, I always felt a little nervous and he knew it.

Since I didn't have a loving parent to give me motivation, his words of encouragement always gave me the extra push I needed to do my ultimate best.

I glanced up, realizing I was on the 70th floor. I quickly turned my phone off and slipped it into the interior pocket of my white blazer jacket. I took another calming breath, standing tall with a smile on my face. Let's see if Lucifer's my boss.

The elevator came to a stop at the 75th floor and the doors opened with a ding. "ARRIVED," the female robotic voice declared.

The blonde at the black desk lifted her head up; gold eyes met mine. I took one little sniff and could smell the wolf scent from here as I walked out, my little steps making a lot more noise in the otherwise silent room. Aww man, Lucifer’s a wolf. Why couldn't he be something else...like a hellhound or something? Hmm, I wonder if there are hellhound shifters? That would be kind of cool. They would be able to burn shit and cook marshmallows if we went camping.

"Can I help you?" she questioned sweetly. I was glad it was extremely hard to tell I was part vampire, only strong shifters seemed able to sense it. 

"Good morning. I'm Mr. Smith's temporary private secretary. I was supposed to be here at eight with Annie after a scheduled tour of the building but she seems to be running late." I approached her desk. 

The girl did a good up and down look at me before she sighed. "Sorry about that. Annie and the subway system don't work well. I'll get Mr. Smith for you. Please feel free to treat yourself to some beverages on your right." She rose to her feet, gesturing to the table with various machines to make coffee, tea, espresso, and fresh orange juice.

As tempting as it was to have some orange juice, I stood my ground. I had a weird obsession with orange juice which was my normal "reward" for not trickling my magic when I didn't have my bracelet on. Sad but even though it was a reward system left over from my cruel childhood, I still enjoyed the citrus drink. I glanced down at the gold bracelet with the red and purple gems: the dark purple jewel in the middle and two red ones on each side, all three of them with a gold outer layer that connected to the actual gold bracelet.

When the sounds of the woman's heels faded, I slipped off the bracelet, tucking it into the other inner pocket of my blazer. I glanced back at the table, frowning at the delicious orange juice but I glanced away resolutely. This was another test I remembered from a different organization.

There were five of us and I got the position just because I hadn’t taken them up on the offer for a beverage. It had been as simple as that. Never thought that shit happened at interviews? Well, now you know.

I heard the approaching sound of heels, the blonde woman returned to stand before me. “Mr. Smith will see you now. Just head down the hall and make a left." She took another moment to give me an analyzing gaze and just for a second I noticed a glint of amusement flash in her eyes. 

It wasn't a glimpse of desire but a weird sense of satisfaction like you'd see in someone eyes when they won a game, the quick glance making me wary. I nodded my head with a smile before heading down the hall. I noticed she waited till I turned left before she returned to her desk and I could hear her quietly giggle to herself which made me frown.

I closed my eyes, deciding to use a smidge of my vampire senses to help me out by heightening my hearing and smell. I didn't know what Lucifer smelled like but I caught a whiff of the gentle aroma of cologne coming from my right. It was extremely faint, but enough to lead me in the right direction. The left smelled weird and didn't give me enough reassurance to follow that woman's directions.

Hmph, and they wonder why vampires hate werewolves. I thought our race was the underhanded ones who played dirty. Guess not. Actually, who am I kidding? I rarely defined myself as a vampire so how would I know? Grr, I better make my decision or I'll legit be late.

I peeked out to make sure the blonde werewolf shifter didn't see me as I moved gracefully to the right, barely putting any weight on my heels to cloak the sound of my movement until I reached a red door with a gold knob, MR. SMITH, CEO written in bright gold lettering. Here it goes, flames of hell greet me well.

I placed my hand on the doorknob, relieved it wasn't hot. Clearly, my imagination was getting the best of me, which was honestly rather entertaining and a little sad that I found this humorous but hey, if you didn't make yourself happy, who would? The little perks of life.

I opened the door and slowly walked inside before closing it quietly behind me. The room was bright, the walls painted white and were lined with various colored paintings and other artifacts.

I slowly turned around and noticed a man standing in front of the floor to ceiling windows, his hands behind his back like he was deep in thought. He appeared to be about 6’6” with short jet black hair that was styled and combed to one side, every strand in place.

He wore a fitted black shirt and black dress pants that were tailored to his bulky body. He looked like he loved to lift which showed from his biceps which miraculously didn't pop out of his fancy dress shirt, his muscles stretching out the material to the max in his current position.

He had broad shoulders and damn, he must do some heavy deadlifts to have such a perky ass. People thought only guys liked the booty. They clearly hadn't met me or seen how I freaked out when a man had the perfect round butt. 9.5/10 for me, and only because I'd yet to grab and feel how firm it was. 

Oh, heavenly Father, I'm going to hell. I guess it's okay if this man is Lucifer. I'll have something hot to look forward to aside from the intense everlasting flames and merciless torture. All hail the booty.

My potential boss looked over his shoulder; bright red eyes locked onto mine and my whole body froze as a wave of heat went through me. Shit....he's a fucking masterpiece. 

I couldn't tear my eyes away as he turned completely around. My heart felt like it was pounding against my chest and I suddenly got goosebumps like the temperature had gone from super hot to trembling cold.

I didn't know if he was experiencing the same thing, but his eyes widened for a moment as they locked onto mine. I didn't know what color my eyes were at this point but who cared? I was too busy admiring this work of art to care whether I just gave myself away.

In all my life, this was the first time I'd experienced such a strong pull, the sensation making it hard for me to even think straight. His skin was pale but not as pale as you’d expect a vampire shifter to be. I was already shocked that he was a vampire, assuming he would be a wolf because of the wolf shifter secretary who clearly wanted me to fail.

He wore a dark red tie that reminded me of blood and his smooth pink lips looked perfect to kiss. I mean, kissing a masterpiece was allowed right? It's not like we were in a museum where they said we couldn’t touch the art. It may get me fired and make me lose out on fifty million dollars, but it would be hella worth it if I got to enjoy those seductive lips on mine.

He began to walk towards me and I held my breath, unsure what to do or say. For once, I was frozen because of a male's sexual pull and it left me wondering if he was an incubus, though his eye color screamed vampire. Most vamps had red eyes, a common genetic trait. Since my succubus genes were stronger, I was blessed with purple eyes that shifted to silver, but they would still turn red if my vampire switch was turned on.

I couldn't tell if it was flicked on or not in that moment, noticing the way his pulse beat quickly in his neck. No, Sia. You cannot attack your potential boss. Hmm, but maybe I already fucked up and will never see him again. I could ask for his number politely...or request it. But if he's an incubus and more powerful than me, I'd be fucked. But if he was the one to fuck me, that wouldn’t be too bad. May get me fired but I'd at least have the memory of a steamy experience.

He reached my side and his scent engulfed me, the gentle aroma of his cologne was so hard to describe, yet it would make any girl swoon and want to throw themselves on him. Only if his looks didn't trigger that reaction first. 

I waited for him to speak as he stared down at me; his red eyes locked onto my purple ones. I hoped they were still purple that is. Maybe they were silver. 

"Vampire, huh?” he whispered and I literally stopped breathing, not because he found out what my hidden half was but because of his sexy baritone voice that sent tremors of pleasure through me.

"I knew it," I said absentmindedly, more to myself than the man before me.

He lifted an eyebrow. "Knew what?"

"You're Lucifer in the flesh," I replied before realizing what I just said. I didn't react, my mind racing from what he would say or do after my comment. If he was Lucifer, he'd just snap his fingers and poof! I'd be nothing but smoke. Maybe he'd kill me fast enough I wouldn't feel anything.

"I don't know if I should take that as a compliment,” he pondered as a playful grin formed on his face. 

"If it makes you feel better, the Lucifer in my mind is quite hot. I think it fits him perfectly. You know, as the ruler of hell and all, but I don't think he's a vampire."

He snickered, crossing his arms over his chest before he laughed. "Either you’re super nervous or this is just your personality." He gave me a wide smile, giving me a glimpse of his perfect white teeth. Oh hell, he can't be Lucifer now looking like a damn angel with that kind of smile. What kind of trickery is this? 

"Can I get away with saying a little bit of both?" I questioned.

He nodded. "Guess you can. You've held my attention long enough to want to give you a shot." He turned around to walk back to his black desk, pulling out the red leather chair and gesturing for me to sit. I made my way to his desk, giving him thanks as I took his offer and sat down.

It was the first time I'd experienced a person of his rank display such manners. Most CEOs that I'd met during the course of my multiple businesses were cocky and only cared about themselves. Thankfully they all weren't like that, Mr. Smith proving to be a needle in the haystack.

He walked to the opposite side of the desk, pulling out his black leather chair to sit down. When he was comfortable he sighed, relaxing back before opening his eyes to meet mine.

"I'm intrigued for multiple reasons,” he began, holding the intense stare we shared while he stroked his clean-shaven chin. "Why did you go right instead of left?"

"Your secretary's a wolf who gives off mischievous vibes and quietly giggled to herself after she gave me directions and watched me turn the corner. Seeing as you already figured out what I am from your guess, you know vampires don't trust werewolves," I explained.

He grinned at the last comment, slowly nodding his head. "That is true and very observant of you. Guess that was an advantage today. I didn't think you'd come up and greet me yourself."

"Was that planned?" I questioned.

He frowned, shaking his head in dismay before he shrugged his shoulders. "Nope. Annie just doesn't get along with transportation. Doesn't matter if it’s a bus, UBER, or a damn airplane. She always somehow manages to be late."

"Intriguing," I replied. She must have been good at her job if he'd kept her here still, even with her bad luck with tardiness.

"I'm more intrigued that you have a werewolf secretary," I commented.

"Oh. About that...it's not really my decision,” he casually stated, pulling a clipboard from one of the drawers and picking up his pen.

"You're the CEO," I reminded.

His eyes met mine and a devilish grin formed on those seductive lips. "That is true, but let's just say I don't want to deal with it. Werewolves can be a pain in the rear." He winked.

I couldn't help but smile as I nodded. "Agreed."

"So, you're a hybrid?" he questioned, scanning me slowly.

"That depends how you see it. How did you know I was a vampire?" I inquired, curious how he could tell so quickly. He slowly rose up, walking over to my side, making my toes curl when he leaned in, his hot breath brushing along my neck.

"I’m guessing you didn't grow up around vampires due to your duality. Some vampires with compatible blood feel a pull upon meeting. Some are really weak, while others make goosebumps creep along your skin,” he explained.

I had to swallow the lump in my throat, trying to remain focused on the conversation instead of how close in proximity he was, his lips only inches away from the right side of my neck.

It's not like I was afraid of him biting me. I was scared that I'd like it, a lot. I, on the other hand, had never drunk from a person and didn't know what it tasted like feeding on someone, whether shifter or human. I personally didn't want to try, knowing once you started, it was a hard addiction to stop.

"Are you admitting you’re experiencing that?" I inquired, a piece of me wishing he'd admit it.

His soft chuckle tickled my flesh before I felt the brush of his lips along my shoulder and he whispered his response in my ear. "Would it be a sin for me to say yes?"

"You’re Lucifer, so I guess it wouldn't be seeing as you’re the devil," I mumbled, my mind too cloudy to filter my true thoughts.

"Sadly I am not. My name is Liam, Anastasia Hollister,” he hummed before pulling away and walking back to his desk.

I was shocked he knew my real name. "How did you...?" I trailed off, trying to blink out of my haze. He didn't look upset. In fact, he seemed really relaxed, as if his revelation only excited him as he stared at my confused face.

"My standards as a CEO are extremely high. So when I found out my so-called secretary was able to find the perfect candidate, in her words, I was intrigued and curious to see who it could have been. Sadly, Lesley was in such a rush she had attached the email she sent to you, asking for your services. I was impressed that you showed up since there are many similar businesses like yours, yet the moment they walk into the building, they usually get intimidated. None of them have ended up in my office though,” he revealed.

"Let me guess. Miss Werewolf at the front desk would direct them to the left. No, I bet to be diabolical with a hint of amusement, you'd alternate just in case word got out."

He grinned with satisfaction. "Smart woman."

"I wouldn't fit the job description if I wasn't," I stated confidently.

"Indeed." He looked pleased as he sat back down, twirling the pen in his hand. "So what's your other half? I can tell your vampire side is not your dominant half,” he calculated correctly.

"Succubus," I answered truthfully, seeing no point in lying to him. Aside from our little connection, I was trying to ignore how powerful he was. I knew for sure he wasn't merely twenty-six. Damn, Alexander didn't believe me.

He frowned, looking confused as he stared at me, which was really cute. "You're not a succubus,” he countered. 

I laughed. "Why? Because I haven't told you to strip down naked and make you dance on your own desk?' I teased. 

"Yes, exactly that and don't try to defend your kind by saying they don't try to do that to every boss they encounter,” he cautioned. 

I rolled my eyes, but he did have a point. If you could seduce anyone, especially your boss, to strip and make a fool of himself on his own desk, you would totally do it. In Mr. Smith's case, I'd enjoy every pleasurable second of it. 

"Not defending what so ever and sadly I haven't spent enough time with my kind to really know, but since you brought it up, I'd take great pleasure in doing that. However, I actually want this job and I promised Lesley I'd fulfill the role," I replied.

"At least you're honest." He sighed. "You're not very powerful then?"

"What makes you say that?"

"I can't sense your power,” he pointed out.

"That's because I lock it up."

"Why? It's in your nature." He looked even more confused as he frowned.

I gave him a sad smile. "Not every succubus enjoys the luxurious life of getting anyone to do their bidding whether it's getting them a cup of orange juice or a steamy interaction in the bedroom."

We shared a look and I hoped he understood the deep meaning of my words. He slowly nodded and whispered. "I get it. Not everything is silver and gold. Sometimes it takes polishing a piece of work before it comes out to be a shining diamond for the world to see."

I didn't think someone could easily come to a conclusion like that but I liked it. He figured it was a topic I wasn’t comfortable discussing in more depth and since we just met, he was respecting my wishes which was surprising for a temporary boss.

"If I gave you permission to give me a glimpse, would you?" he questioned.

It was my turn to lift my eyebrow at him. "Will you fire me?"

"No."

"Should I have you write that down and sign it in blood for the sake of my career?" I joked. He smirked, stopping the pen that was twirling in his hand and began writing something on the blank piece of paper.

I leaned in closer, realizing he was actually writing out a contract. He signed it, then lifted his finger to his mouth and was about to bite down on it when I reached out my hands to stop him.

"You don't have to do the blood thing. That would be more of a pain and not just for you, but me," I stated.

He once again gave me a curious look. "Why would that be a pain for you?" You're half vampire, you drink blood."

"I take blood tablets once a month, or if I really need to drink will have donated blood. I never feed off a person. You’ve actually just reminded me I haven't had a tablet in a while and I'd rather avoid being on the front page of New York Times, 'New Secretary attacks CEO, leaving bite marks on his neck and revealing the existence of the vampire race to all.' No thanks and I really don't want to hurt you," I confessed.

"Once a month... What happens if you don't get blood?" he questioned, lowering his thumb from his mouth which made me relax.

"It's just like when any other vampire doesn't get blood. I get all weak and dizzy. I kinda just pass out and my best friend miraculously finds me when I’m in dire need. Well, there was the airport incident, but that wasn't my fault." I mumbled the last part to myself.

"Airport...you fainted?" he asked.

I nodded. "Our plane was delayed after a bombing incident."

"Ah. Makes sense. Paramedics got to you though?"

"Yes. Sneaky profession," I commented.

He grinned, nodding. "My family established that system."

"Really?" I asked, a little astonished.

"Yes. Traveling for vampires can be risky. We definitely don't have a month tolerance like you do. The stronger you are, the more you have to feed. I can last a few days if I have to, but generally, I need a shot of blood a day,” he admitted.

"A shot, huh." I tried not to giggle, but it was kinda funny that vampires did blood shots like some drinking game.

"It is funny if you think about it, but you have to keep yourself entertained somehow,” he pointed out.

"Intriguing," I replied. He lowered his pen before turning the page to me. I had a burning question to ask and he must have noticed my curiosity which was most likely written all over my face.

"What's bothering you?"

"How did you know I was vampire?" I blurted out.

"Your eyes turned red earlier,” he stated, seeming unbothered.

"You're not freaked out?'

"That you're a succubus-vampire hybrid, the only one I have ever heard of, who is extremely beautiful? Nope,” he complimented casually.

"Well....uh, thanks." I felt a little reassured he wasn’t going to let me go just yet. Not freaked out is a good sign.

"I won't fire you, Anastasia. In exchange, I have three requests,” he declared.

"Three. Hmm, okay. Shoot." I sat up straight to listen to his demands.

"One. You're allowed to use your succubus power on me. I want to see how strong you really are,” he presented. "As a CEO, I travel and have dealt with many of your kind. I have built a good resistance over the years but seeing as you can hide it so flawlessly, I'd like to see your potential."

"Sure," I agreed. 

He nodded. "Two. I like you. Your personality is laid back and unique. You have a sense of humor and aren't afraid to state your opinion or concerns. That is a good quality for the secretary I want. Doesn't mean I like to be disrespected, which I doubt you'll do without good reason, but I cannot deny that this job will be harsh. Outside these walls, I will be mean, sometimes rude, or sometimes just a plain asshole. Doesn't matter if you’re the sweetest individual on this planet, you will hate me by the end of today and I accept that. Today will be the trial and tomorrow you can either come in and be determined to do everything I request of you, or you can bail. If you bail, that’s perfectly fine. Seeing as I do like you, I won't ruin your name or business and for a bonus, I'll pay you the fifty million that you'll have to return to Lesley if you are unable to be my secretary,” he explained.

I swallowed, staring directly into his red eyes. I knew he was challenging me and that was why he was so detailed in this explanation. I guess he didn't know yet I wasn’t a quitter. My competitive side wouldn't go down without me doing everything I could to prove my worth.

"Okay," I agreed boldly. He paused, narrowing his eyes at me but I remained still, my eyes never wavering from his analyzing gaze. He slowly grinned, closing his eyes for a moment as if considering his third and final demand. When he opened them, they were full of amusement.

"I get to call you Sia outside of work,” he requested.

"Huh? Why...uh...well it's not like I have a problem with that, but it's rather random." Wow, Anastasia. You were fine with him stating he'd be an asshole but says he wants to call you Sia and you're freaking out.

"It's a cute nickname. Popped into my mind and I personally like it,” he stated simply.

I gawked at him. "You're weird," I commented, realizing too late I'd said that out loud which made me blush. 

He laughed. "I get that a lot. Now you can complete my first request and we can get the paperwork signed and start our shift." 

"Hmm. Promise with your life you won't get mad and fire me," I mumbled. 

"I promise on my life I won't get mad and fire you. You can do whatever, even strip me naked and make me dance on my desk. I'll admit though I'm wearing Iron Man boxers." He blushed at the last part. I snickered, having to cover my mouth. 

"Iron Man?! So, a Marvel fan. I think my best friend would hate you. He's all Captain America. I guess you guys would have battled it out during the Civil War movie,” I teased. 

"Ah. I do like Captain America more, but those ones were in the laundry,” he mumbled, looking uncomfortable. 

"You know you're really cute when you're uncomfortable." I couldn't help but mention it. 

"Thanks...I think? Don't tell anyone I wear superhero boxers. Well, maybe your best friend, but that's it,” he grumbled and I laughed. 

"Okay, okay. Just my best friend." I winked, wondering if he had registered that my best friend was a guy.

"Do your worst." He put his hands behind his head and relaxed in his chair, a cocky grin on his face. I leaned back, trying to think of what I wanted to do. I wouldn't deny how excited I suddenly was, but I didn't think I'd be satisfied with his naked self, shaking his booty on his very expensive desk.

"Alright. Let's just do a test run," I declared. I stood up and moved over to his side. He pushed his chair back and turned to face me as I relaxed against the glass of his windows. Seeing as we were 75 floors up, I doubted anyone would mind the view of my backside if they could even see, though it would be intriguing to have sex with my body pressed against the windows. Risky, but a hell of a turn on.

I closed my eyes, needing a second to relax and let the succubus part of me enjoy a moment of freedom after releasing it from its cage. I never enjoyed hiding what I was; it left me feeling vulnerable and out of place but it was the best for everyone, at least with my current lifestyle. 

I felt the warmth of energy run through me and I smirked, opening my eyes slowly. I noticed the change in Mr. Smith's expression, including a hint of nervousness.

"Stand up," I commanded. 

I noticed his resistance as he grimaced, but he stayed in place. Stubborn one.

"You have a high tolerance," I noted, crossing my arms over my chest as I stared at him.

He grinned. "You have to in this business or everyone will walk over you,” he replied.

I nodded in agreement before sighing. "Hmm, fine. You better keep your promise." I reminded again.

He smiled. "I swear by it."

I let a few seconds pass, letting myself go just for this moment as I closed my eyes again. No one really knew my potential and I liked to keep it that way. Even Alexander was unaware exactly what I could do and even though he was my best friend, I bet he'd be afraid of me if he knew everything. 

I wasn't like other succubi who could only handle commanding a few men or women at a time and needed to have sexual intercourse to sustain their strength. I could control anyone I wished, sexually interactive or not. It was a bitch to do and went again my morals, but I would do it if I had to.

"Stand up, Mr. Smith," I commanded. I didn't open my eyes, even when I heard the squeak of the chair. I grinned. "Come here, Mr. Smith."

I heard his footsteps and opened my eyes to see him standing before me. His red eyes were dazed but his heated gaze was hard to ignore. I lifted my right hand to brush against his smooth skin, sighing at the simple touch. 

This weird blood compatibility thing was really making it hard for me to think now that he was standing so close, making me almost forget my purpose to begin with. I had to take a calming breath before I made my next request. 

"Place your hands on my hips and kiss my neck slowly but enough to leave a mark," I whispered, wanting to have at least some evidence of what I made him do. Some people completely blanked out during these interactions, so this would help.

His hands slowly fell to my hips and he lowered his head; his lips pressed lightly onto the nape of my neck. I sighed in relief and lifted my head up to give him better access, unsure why I was reacting so strongly to his touch. I had no idea what this blood compatibility bull was, but if this was how it felt to have a mate, I would want an army. Nah, maybe just three...or four. Hmm five is a lucky number, right?

My eyes fluttered closed and I suddenly gasped when his sharp teeth began to nibble at my flesh. It wasn't enough to draw blood but it felt so fucking good I was struggling to think straight. He outdid all my expectations with just a kiss on my neck. What would it be like if he kissed me? Would it be as delightful as it was when Alexander did?

I didn't want to test it out, realizing that anyone could walk in on us making out and find out what I kept hidden till now, but the words left me before I could stop them.

"Kiss me," I whispered almost desperately, unable to take how good it felt, how satisfied my body was with every little kiss and suck upon my skin. His bites alone could cause orgasms and if I let him nibble on my neck any longer, I'd lose complete control.

His lips left my feverish flesh as he pulled back. Those red dazed eyes met mine before he slowly leaned in and kissed me on my lips. I moaned instantly; a shockwave ran through me like cool water, making goosebumps run down my arms and my pussy clench with throbbing desire.

His hands tightened their grip on my hips, fingernails digging into my dress and pinching my skin, but it only added to my arousal as the slow sensual kiss began to evolve into something else. 

I couldn't describe how I felt and I didn't want to. All I cared about was enjoying how amazing it felt. This was nothing like Alexander’s kisses. This gave me a boost of strength I knew would end in an addiction if I didn't pull back right here and now.

I broke the kiss. "Enough. I release you." I fought to catch my breath. His eyes returned to their bright nature and I noticed how breathless he was, both of us panting; his body still pressed me against the window.

I expected him to move, to release me after what I just did, but he did something unexpected. He leaned in and kissed me once again.

My eyes grew wide at the action and I pressed my hand on his chest in an attempt to push him away, but I couldn't. I wanted this. 

My body craved the feel of his lips and didn't want him to stop. We stared into one another’s eyes, while our lips did their own thing. When seconds passed and I realized he was kissing me of his own accord, I relaxed, my eyes slowly closing as I melted into his hold.

In my life, I never believed in love at first sight. Nor did I believe you could meet someone in one interaction and just get them. Yet, here I was, kissing a man I'd just met who was my soon-to-be boss and couldn't fire me for just using my power on him. My hands moved up his chest, wishing he wasn't wearing his dress shirt so I could feel his defined chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck, making it easier for me to press my whole body against his.

He moaned, his hands sliding down to grip my ass before pressing me against him so that I could feel his erect cock through his dress pants. He didn't know how wet I already was, making me a little thankful I didn't wear a pair of those thin thong underwear. The material wouldn't be able to prevent my juices from pooling and sliding down my legs from how affected I was by our kiss and his electric touch.

We kissed for what seemed like hours and if it wasn't for the third ring of the phone on his desk alerting us, we probably would have continued until we were both naked and he was fucking me against those damn windows.

We were both panting, our shoulders rising and falling as we stared into one another's eyes. I could see the slight reflection of my eyes in his irises and noticed they appeared to be an exact replica of his: bright red which only occurred when my vampire side was in control. Shit. Must have switched when I pulled back my powers.

He took a slow glance of me, noticing I was slightly wobbly on my feet. "You okay?" he questioned, his hands remaining on my hips. 

I smiled. "Perfectly fine, Mr. Smith," I replied. He took another assessment before his hands left my hips and I pulled myself away from him. I swallowed the lump in my throat as my nerves about what I had just done sank in. I'm so getting fired.

He walked over to the desk, the phone ringing for a fourth time which contributed to the frustrated groan Mr. Smith let out as he pressed the black speaker button. 

"What, Lilith?" he grumbled. 

"Uh...um, I was just checking in? The secretary applicant hasn't come back yet,” she noted. 

"She's here and filling out paperwork. Go for coffee,” he instructed. 

"But...it's only eight-" 

"Go. For. Coffee, Lilith," Mr. Smith said sternly; I shivered at the icy tone. 

"Yes, Sir,” she squeaked and he hung up the phone. He sighed, rising from his leaning position and ruffled his hair. "That...was unexpected." 

"The fact I had complete control over you or the whole kissing vampire weird effect thing that happened?" I tried to clarify before groaning at my commentary. "I really need a moment to fix my professional filter."

Mr. Smith laughed. "It's refreshing and sometimes needed."

I glanced at one of the works of art on the wall, able to see my reflection in the mirrored glass. I noticed the love bite and blushed, glancing away to turn my attention back to Mr. Smith. He walked back over to me, lifting his hand to fix a part of my hair that had gotten frizzy sometime during our kiss. His hand lowered to brush my cheek before running down my neck to the very apparent hickey.

"You're really dangerous with that much power,” he pointed out.

I gave him a shy smile. "Kinda, but I have the perfect innocent look so maybe no one else will notice."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I won't deny that I'm a little pissed,” he began.

"You promised you wouldn’t fire me for that! Dammit, I should have taken your blood covenant offer," I complained.

He blinked at my argument and laughed. "It's not a blood covenant and let me at least finish. I'm pissed that it took one try for you to have me wrapped around your finger, but I guess that proves that power can be hidden in small, innocent looking packages,” he teased.

"I'm not innocent in any shape or form. Just because we have five inches of difference in height doesn't mean anything," I grumbled.

"I'm complimenting you. Take it." He sighed, looking tired at my defensiveness.

I sighed. "Fine. I'll be a good secretary and take your compliment."

"Good and yes, you're officially my private secretary, after a coffee break,” he announced.

"Do you want me to go get some?" I asked, ready to head out after I got his order but he shook his head.

"We'll go together. It's good I introduce you now so you don't have to deal with werewolf receptionists. Plus, I need some air,” he offered.

I didn't stop the giggle that escaped my throat. "I wonder why?" I teased, feeling a little excited about what was to come.

"Don't get all excited yet. I stand by number two and conclude you will hate me by the end of today,” he vowed.

"Alright, Mr. Smith. Do your worst," I hummed.

He grinned. "You really are going to regret that."

"I doubt it. The only thing I regret is not attempting a threesome when I used to live the succubus life," I confessed, grinning at his blank stare as his cheeks grew red. I walked over to push in the chair I had been sitting in and headed to the door.

"Are we going, boss? If we head down to Starbucks now we'll avoid the twenty-five coffee order people," I suggested.

I heard his approaching footsteps and I looked back to see him behind me. His arm slipped around my waist and I looked up at him questioningly, just in time for his lips to press against mine. I didn't fight it, my succubus side singing hymns of pleasure and enjoying the energy that pulsed through me from the sweet exchange.

He pulled back and whispered, "Liam."

I blinked, trying to figure out what he meant. "Liam?" I repeated.

He grinned, realizing his sudden move caught me off guard. "Liam Smith, your new boss. You should know it’s good to do a background check before taking a position. You never know when you can mix someone up,” he lectured.

I huffed. "I was sleepy. I had a pole dancing competition yesterday," I confessed shyly.

He smirked in amusement as he lifted an eyebrow. "Pole dancing?"

I nodded. "National pole dancing," I emphasized. 

"Damn." He looked deep in thought. "Let me watch a private show one day." He winked and I almost squealed like a girly girl. He released me, walking past to open the door, holding it open as he used his free hand to direct me to go out first. I grinned and thanked him before heading out. He closed his office door and we walked to the elevator.

"By the way," Liam spoke up as the elevator doors opened. I looked to my left, raising my head to meet his softened expression, something I hadn't expected to see him portray.

"Welcome to Smith Exchange. I hope you enjoy working here. It's a pleasure to have you. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask." He stepped into the elevator before outstretching his hand. I smiled confidently, walking into the elevator and placing my hand in his.

"I'm honored to put my skills and experience to the test, Mr. Smith. Thank you for your consideration and acceptance.”

I didn't know what I was getting myself into, but hot damn, I wanted more.