Seduced by Santa (2 page)

“Deal with them,” he ordered Stone, who’d mostly reverted to human form and already had his phone in his hand, dialing for backup.

“On it.” Stone replied in a brisk voice. His heavy boot landed in the middle of the bully-leader’s chest with a thump, shoving him back down when he tried to get up. “Oh no, you lay there and relax. I insist… Oh, is that Mandy? Mandy, can you tell Iliona we have a situation in the alley behind Dmitri’s building…get her to send Cal and Gran down here? Yeah, couple of locals decided it was a good idea to jump a woman. Yeah…we’re just checking her now but we might need a car brought around to take her to the emergency room.”

Rhod stepped around his burly partner and approached the woman in the corner like he would a frightened animal, his hands outstretched to show he meant no harm.

“Hey there.” He pitched his voice low as he crouched in front of her, using his body to cut off her view of the rest of the alley and Stone, who hadn’t quite retained his human form yet. No sense in scaring her more than she already was.

Anger ripped through him again as she tried to look around him and keep an eye on her assailants. It was easy to see what they’d been about. Beautiful in that delicate way male predators preferred, she was fine-boned and almost as small as a child. That impression was reinforced by the big coat she huddled into, her arms around her middle.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I’m Rhod. What’s your name, sweetheart? And where does it hurt?”

At the sound of his voice she looked at him, tilting her head back and frowning. He swore to himself as it became obvious that she was having trouble focusing.

“Candy…err, Candice Kane. Just my head. I think I hit it.” Her voice was soft, barely there at first, but quickly grew in strength as she struggled to sit up. Gently he put a hand on her shoulder to keep her where she was for a moment. Then her name registered.

“Your name is Candy Kane?” he blurted out, his attention divided between the mesmerising storm-grey of her eyes and the still bleeding cut on her temple. Nothing serious, thankfully. It looked as if she’d been pushed against the wall, but the dilation of her pupils was worrying him a little.

“Yeah… Candy Kane. I’d say my parents had a sense of humour, but believe me, they don’t.” She chuckled, the musical sound doing things to his body that should have been illegal. Grimly, he reminded himself that she was injured and he was looking after her. She wasn’t some hot date he was taking back to his place for an evening of hot sex.

His lips quirked as he tilted her chin. Who’d have thought it? A Claus running into a girl called Candy Kane… He resisted the urge to look around to see if he could spot one of those blasted Fates. He wouldn’t put it past them to try something funny, not this close to the damn Christmas season. Bitches had always loved to meddle.

“Okay Candy. How many fingers am I holding up?” he asked, smoothing a thumb over the bruise at the corner of her lips and getting lost in the sensation of the silken skin.

When she didn’t reply, he flicked a glance up to find her looking at him with amusement in her eyes.

“Err… Rhod?”

“What?”

“You’re not holding any fingers up.”

Chapter Two

Her rescuer wasn’t just gorgeous. He was the ‘screw all morals, take him home and bang his brains out all night’ sort of gorgeous. So much so, Candy had thought at first that she’d been killed by the thugs that had jumped out on her and dragged her off down the dark, filthy alleyway, and that Rhod was an angel who’d come to take her to the afterlife. Or a sexy-ass demon come to take her to hell. Because some of the stuff she’d done in her life? Heaven was probably a stretch.

Either, or. She didn’t care. Not with Mr. Tall, Dark and Delicious looking at her with a concerned look in his green eyes and that sexy little pout on his lips. Green eyes. Why did it have to be green eyes? She sighed as he turned to say something to the other man with him, both of them motioning towards the end of the alley where a car had pulled up.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you somewhere warm. Can you stand?”

She nodded as strong hands found hers and pulled her to her feet. She’d never considered herself a timid sort of woman, or the sort to be easily scared, but her legs didn’t seem to want to co-operate, wobbling like jelly.

“Oh my, I’m really sorry about this.” She laughed self consciously as heat swept over her cheeks. How pathetic was this? She was safe now and relatively unhurt, but it seemed her body hadn’t gotten that memo.

“You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

Rhod’s voice was calming, and that sexy little smile encouraged her as she went to step forward. Her legs weren’t having any of it though. Knees roughly the consistency of jell-o refused to hold her up, and she stumbled. Her grip tightened on his hands as she tried to avoid sprawling in a little heap at his feet.

“Whoa, we’ll have none of that.”

Strong arms closed around her, lifting her clean off her feet before her legs gave out completely. A heartbeat later she was nestled against his broad chest, still bundled up in her thick winter coat.

A short gasp escaped her lips as she turned her head and found herself nose to nose with him. Rhod’s intense green eyes caught hers in a gaze she couldn’t escape, didn’t want to escape, as awareness arced between them. His lips were so close all she would have to do was lean forwards, press hers against them—

Ohmyfuckinggod.

She thrust the thought away, leaning back a little to put some distance between their faces and trying to focus clearly. He’d been kind enough to rescue her— Twice. Once from the thugs who’d attacked her and a second time from landing in the muck at their feet. The very least she could do was avoid assaulting him.

“I’m so sorry; I don’t know what’s the matter with me. You can put me down, I can walk,” she assured him, words that fell on deaf ears as he turned and headed for the car at the end of the alley.

“No can do, sweetheart.” He flashed another of those sexy little smiles as they reached the side of the vehicle, and then bent to tuck her into the passenger seat. “You’re in shock, so you’re not walking anywhere until we get you checked out properly.”

Clipping her in, he smiled at the big man in the driver’s seat. “Thanks, Cal. I’ll take it from here.”

She leaned her head back against the leather of the headrest and closed her eyes. The side of her head ached something fierce, and an oily, sickly feeling rose from the pit of her stomach. And what the fuck was with the shaking? Pulling her coat closer around her, she opened her eyes as Rhod slid into the driver’s seat and treated her to another mega-watt smile.

“Don’t worry. It won’t take me long to get us to the emergency room and we can get that little cut there all fixed up.”

She rolled her head to the side to study him, and decided he really was gorgeous. She was fairly sure she had a concussion, so she might as well use the situation to her advantage. Namely being able to stare without anyone thinking she was weird or rude.

He was tall and broad, the fine fabric of his shirt pulling across what looked to be a mouth-watering set of muscles as he twisted to put his seatbelt on. Dark hair long enough to tuck behind his ears curled up at the ends, lending him a disarming, disheveled look. His jaw was covered by a scruffy five o’clock shadow she just itched to stroke her fingers along.

“Take your time,” she mumbled softly, content just to sit there and look at him. Warmth and a feeling of safety crept over her as he put the car in drive. All she needed now was a nice fleecy blanket and possibly a bigger seat so he could fit in with her and snuggle. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He slid her a sideways glance and smiled, but she caught the worried look in his eyes. Reaching out, she smiled and patted his arm.

“Thank you. If you and your friend hadn’t come along, I don’t kn…”

She trailed off for a second, her throat closing over as she thought of what might have happened. She wasn’t under any illusions. Once they’d discovered there wasn’t anything of value in her purse, their attention would have fallen on her. She wasn’t tall or pretty. In fact she was fairly ordinary looking. She doubted that would have mattered much. Life was cheap in certain circles, and thugs hyped up on god-knew-what were capable of just about anything. She had no doubt she’d have ended up as just another corpse found behind a dumpster.

Determinedly she dragged her mind from ‘what if’s’ and focused on him again. Smiled, even if it was a little weak.

“Just…thank you.”

“You’re more than welcome. It’s what we do.”

He shrugged, the shirt pulling across his shoulders again and distracting her. Damn it, he had to have picked that shirt specifically for the effect it had on women. No way could he not know what he looked like in it. And from what she recalled, his friend had been just as good looking, if a little…hairy.

They weren’t human.

“You’re with that protection agency thing, aren’t you?”

Dazed as she was, the cogs finally slid into place. She’d walked past that new place on North Street. Personal…no, Paranormal Protection Agency. She remembered seeing the sign go up and thinking about that. Para’s had been out of the ‘closet’ for years now, but from what she knew of them, most had scary-ass abilities. So why would they need protection?

She sat up a little, eager to learn more. She’d begged her father to hire some para bodyguards when she was a teenager with a crush on a newly outed paranormal actor. He’d refused. In fact he’d flat refused to have any para’s on staff at all, so she’d never gotten chance to sit down and talk to one. But now her chance was here. Live and in the oh-so-sexy flesh.

Pain stabbed through her skull, like a hot needle jabbed behind her eye. She caught her breath, and then clapped her hand to the side of her head as the world did its own tilt-a-whirl thing around her.

“Fuck, hold on sweetheart. We’re nearly there.”

“Well, you have a mild concussion, but there shouldn’t be anything to worry about. Go home, get some rest and avoid anything stressful.”

The doctor smiled down at the petite woman in the bed and reached out to pat her hand reassuringly. Lurking like a caged dog by the door, Rhod bit back the urge to snap at him to get his hands off of her, even though the guy was old enough to be Candy’s grandfather.

He didn’t know what had come over him. He’d carried her into the Emergency Room in his own arms. She’d been as white as a sheet, complaining about a headache, and clinging to his hand as doctors swarmed around her.

She hadn’t asked him to leave, and thanks to a hitherto unknown protective streak, he’d glared down any suggestion from the medical staff that he do so. Elf he might be, but of the cutesy ‘sit on the toadstool’ type he most definitely was not.

The removal of the overlarge coat, expensive but obviously a couple of years old, had revealed a body to match the delicate little face. She was small and slender, her frame leaning toward petite as he’d guessed. What he hadn’t counted on were the curves. Bundled up, he’d considered her childlike. But she had a set of curves rounded enough to tempt a saint, and a rack…he bit back his growl and reminded himself that she was ill. Concussion, he told himself sternly.

It made fuck all difference. He still wanted to shove the doc out the door, drag her into his arms and learn what her lips tasted like.

Fuck. He was a sick man.

“Do you have someone to stay with you for a couple of days? Family perhaps…” The doctor was asking, and then sent a glance over his shoulder toward Rhod. “Or your boyfriend maybe?”

Rhod paused, waiting for the delightful little human in the bed to chuckle and say that he wasn’t her boyfriend…to give another name and a number to call. Jealousy rose again, sharp and immediate, as he thought of her voicing another man’s name. Instead she bit her lip and avoided looking at him.

“No family, no. I don’t want to bother them. My boyfriend can look after me. Won’t you, darling?”

He blinked in surprise, but the pleading look on her face did him in.

“Is this true, Mr…?”

The doctor looked down at his notes with a frown, as if he’d suddenly realised that Rhod was in with a patient without any of the staff having any clue who on earth he was, or having questioned him. They had of course. When he’d arrived with Candy, they’d done the usual round of twenty questions. But Rhod wasn’t your average elf.

He was a Claus, and when it came to mind-tricks even the Jedi had nothing on him. The Clauses had developed mad mental skills to ensure they went unseen while delivering presents to excited, hyperactive kids. And knowing that the hospital staff wouldn’t let him stay with her without being family or her significant other, he’d blinded them with the old Claus charm. So they forgot his answers and assumed the correct ones that would let him stay.

“Claus. Rhod Claus.” Rhod gave the doctor a deadpan expression, daring him to mention anything about the name. “And yes, I can look after Candy for the next couple of days. Just try and stop me.”

The doctor nodded and scribbled something on the notes. He didn’t argue, but then Rhod didn’t expect him to. Faced with the ‘charm’ of a full-blooded Claus, he had no chance. If Rhod had told him he was a chicken and to go find a road to cross, he’d have been out making a nuisance of himself on the main intersection outside the hospital. Rhod wouldn’t be that cruel though, not with Candy watching, so he simply plastered a smile across his lips and waited for the older man to announce his decision.

“Okay. Good.”

The doctor turned slightly to include him in the conversation.

“You’ll need to take it easy for the next couple of days. There are some things you should watch out for…” He pulled a flyer from the back of his clipboard and circled some writing on it, then held it out to Rhod. “Here, take this. It outlines the major things to watch out for. If you see evidence of anything in the top box, you should bring her straight back in to see us.”

Rhod nodded as he scanned the list. Pre-printed and photocopied badly, it was faded in places, but he could still make out the instructions. Warnings against drowsiness, mental confusion, weakness down one side. It was all fairly standard, and familiar to him from his first-aid training with the agency. Humans were a fragile species when all was said and done, so Iliona made sure all her guys knew how to patch them up and get them to the Emergency Room.