The Geek Job (2 page)

His height and size also put him on the larger size, which would work out in her favor.

Nothing worse than breaking a fragile human when you’re
trying to get them off.
The human boy she‘d accidentally maimed in high school eventually regained use of his legs, and she became more careful with her affections when dealing with humans. A shame because she really did enjoy going wild and unrestrained in the bedroom—

biting and scratching totally turning her on—

however, only another Lycan or supernatural could handle her passion when she let loose.

Unfortunately, shifter lovers tended to try and mark her, making them unsuitable for bedding.

Although few tried that anymore since word had gotten out about Derrick. She still wasn‘t allowed anywhere near Tennessee, where one-eyed Derrick ruled the packs since his father‘s demise.

She‘d warned him though, not her fault he refused to listen.

As she snuggled into her comforter, she made a mental list of the things she‘d need to pack for her trip—slutty business suits, thongs, flats so she didn‘t tower, nylons and garters, her Browning High Power loaded with silver bullets, her stakes, ooh and her vibrator in case her geek came before the main event.

With a snicker at her last thought, she slipped into sleep.

Anthony pushed his glasses back up on his nose as he stepped from the cab that deposited him outside of the hotel housing the conference.

He couldn‘t believe he‘d made it. For the last three years, he‘d buried himself in his work at Mr.

Thibodeaux‘s lab. He‘d shown little interest in leaving the property given the fascinating project he worked on, a project he‘d reluctantly left to attend this conference, yet, how could he refuse?

They‘d selected his paper on DNA abnormalities where he‘d theorized that a simple twist of a DNA strand could make a person‘s condition seem unreal, supernatural even, like Mr. Thibodeaux for example. The man exhibited a fatal allergy to the exposure of UV rays and required vast amounts of iron and blood transfusions to keep his body healthy. In times past, the superstitious masses would have condemned his employer as some unnatural creature, a vampire. Ridiculous, of course. Mr. Thibodeaux suffered from an allergy which came about as a result of some warped DNA strands. A genetic anomaly was the culprit here, not mystical nonsense.

With science, he would prove monsters did not, in fact, exist, and if all went well, he would cure them. Then—

A body jostled him as he stood

woolgathering on the pavement; a feminine form whose tantalizing perfume made his salivary glands work overtime. How strange, given both his mind and body knew a woman didn‘t provide bodily sustenance.

―I‘m awfully sorry for bumping into you like that.‖ The sultry voice slid around him and, to his mortification, his cock twitched.
Surely it hasn’t
been that long since I’ve taken care of my bodily needs that
my penis would show a sexual interest just from a voice?

He‘d have to rectify his neglect later in the shower before he embarrassed himself.

Anthony had to look down to see the owner of the voice, his freakish height as always making him stand out, which made her not seeing him so odd. But he forgot all about her clumsy nature when he saw her.

Tall herself, even in the flats she wore, she gazed up at him in surprise. Anthony lost his train of thought, drawn into her soft green eyes flecked with brown. His gaze took in her lustrous brown hair caught up in an untidy chignon, and her proper, yet sensual, attire which consisted of a fitted cream jacket over a crimson blouse tucked into a pencil thin, black skirt. Her smooth, lightly tanned skin provided a perfect contrast to her pink glossed lips.

Humor glinted in her expression and her mouth tilted into a partial smile. Anthony struggled to regain control of himself and blushed as he realized she‘d caught him staring. His heart sped up as he strove to find his voice in the face of the most beautiful woman he‘d ever encountered. ―Uh, no harm done. I guess I shouldn‘t have been blocking the sidewalk.‖

―No, it‘s my fault for not looking where I walked,‖ she replied, her gaze not wavering from his, sending a shiver racing down his spine.

Her close proximity not only affected his lower regions, it made his pulse race. Anthony knew he needed to escape and regain his composure, then he‘d need to figure out why one pretty woman flustered him so. ―Um, well, I should get inside and get signed in.‖ His genius in the lab, as usual, didn‘t extend to his banter.

―Are you also here for the conference?‖

she asked in a low tone that set his body tingling and made the blood in his brain rush elsewhere.

―Uh, yes. I‘m actually one of the speakers.‖ Anthony flushed at his boast.

―Really? How fantastic,‖ she purred. ―I‘m here for just one of the speakers. I‘m just dying to hear Anthony Sevall talk. I read his paper on DNA and myth and just loved it. He is so brilliant.‖

Anthony‘s body suffused with heat and he wanted to reply, but his lips refused to move, mostly out of fear he‘d say something dorky and scare her off. The confidence he enjoyed among his peers evaporated in the face of his immense attraction to her.

She didn‘t seem to notice anything amiss; although, he surely looked like the world‘s biggest doofus standing there like a mute.

―I guess I‘ll see you around.‖ She smiled before she turned and strutted off with a wiggle that made Anthony close his eyes, hoping the blood in his penis would return to his brain.

Thank science he wore baggy trousers and a long jacket.

He cursed his social ineptness at the prime opportunity, now lost, to introduce himself and ask the gorgeous woman to dinner. In a fantasy world, where he didn‘t turn into a stammering schoolboy, he would have swept her off her feet with his witty banter and smarts. He would have wined and dined her, all the while charming her with his intellect. At the end of the repast, she would have come back to his room where he would have worshipped every sun kissed inch of her body while she moaned his name.

Could have, should have. Anthony sighed. He was a researcher not a suave Casanova, and it didn‘t take a genius to realize his reality sucked.

* * * *

Lexie checked in at the front desk, her room conveniently situated next to the giant scientist, a string that Frederick had pulled to ensure the ease of her task. As she waited for her room card, she pondered the geek she needed to protect. Turning part way, she could see him through the glass front doors, still standing outside. His dumbstruck expression warmed her.

While Anthony Sevall looked the part of nerdy scientist with his pale complexion, large glasses and untidy hair, his height took her by surprise. Sure the report listed him at seventy-six inches, but for some reason she hadn‘t clued in that it would make him tower over her. In her world, geeks were supposed to be short and round shouldered, not freakishly tall next to her five foot nine.
And I didn’t pack heels.
Expecting a shorter stature, slouching target, she‘d packed her flats so as to not appear too imposing.
I wonder, if I can
order up some heels?

Another surprise was the fact her wolf showed an interest in the human, waking and staying attentive during their conversation.

Strange, because her canine side usually waited for blood and violence to rouse itself. She paid it no mind though. Who knew what intrigued her beast.

Maybe it had scented the fact her skittish geek was prey—a male red riding hood to her big bad wolf.

Lexie bit her lip so as to not snort at that last thought.

The desk clerk handed her a key card, his expression fawning. Lexie growled and giggled when the youth blanched.

With a wiggle she knew would turn heads, she made her way to the elevator. A sideways glance showed Anthony, who‘d finally come in with bright cheeks, watched her.
Don’t worry, my
giant geek. You’ll be seeing me again real soon.

Lexie found her room and slid her key card in the slot. She stepped in and dropped her luggage. She quickly went to work, unlocking the door that adjoined her room to Anthony‘s in case of an emergency. She performed a rapid check of his quarters to ensure nothing dangerous waited to surprise her target, but saw nothing more menacing than a pillow mint, which she ate—her sweet tooth just couldn‘t resist. She didn‘t have time to sweep for bugs, but assumed their presence.

She slid back into her room, closing the now unlocked barrier. She unpacked her things as she waited for the next stage in her plan, using this moment of free time to hang her suits and arrange her toiletries. She also stashed her weapons around the room and used her keen sense of smell to scout out the cameras Frederick would have installed. Dead in body didn‘t mean dead in libido.

She‘d known the pervert would want a peek. He‘d placed one in the bathroom and one by the bed.

She left them for the moment. Forewarned, she could control what he‘d get to see. Besides, an audience always added an extra element to sex.

Done with her preparation, she waited for her moment. With her enhanced shifter hearing, she had no problem making out her geek‘s actions next door. He unpacked, the sound of his suitcase zipper loud. Drawers opened and closed. Hangers rattled as he hung things. He left the bathroom door open as he peed, and then washed his hands.

A nerd with manners.

He returned to his room and she strained to hear him. He mumbled to himself, something along the lines of ―…she‘s just a pretty woman.

No reason why I can‘t talk to her or ask her to dinner.‖

Lexie smiled. Apparently her first impression had stuck—good. So far her plan unfolded smoothly, not that she‘d had any doubts.

Men and their dicks were so predictable.

She ditched her jacket and slipped the top button of her blouse out of its loops creating a shadowy vee. She waited to hear the sound of him opening his door onto the hall before stepping out of her own room, and of course, turning with surprise etched on her face to greet him.

―Hi there. What a coincidence meeting you again,‖ she said brightly.

He looked startled—kind of like the deer she‘d run down on her last run through the woods. It was kind of cute.

―Um, hi.‖

She could judge by his reddening cheeks that he‘d meant to say more, but shyness rendered him mute. ―I was just going down to check into the conference. You know, get my name tag and a schedule of events. Then I was going to get some dinner. I know this is presumptuous, but I don‘t know anybody here, and well…‖ She trailed off and gave him an expectant look.

―W-what?‖ he managed to stammer.

Lexie smiled at him coyly and restrained a giggle as she batted her lashes for good measure.

―Would you have dinner with me?‖

His jaw dropped, his surprise at her invitation clear. ―I—uh-um. That is—‖

Lexie dropped her eyes and schooled her features to look disappointed. ―I knew it was silly of me to ask. You probably have plans already.

I‘m sorry to have bothered you.‖ She started to turn slowly.

―No,‖ he almost shouted. ―I mean, yes, I would love to have dinner with you.‖

She pivoted back and beamed at him.

―Oh, thank you. Shall we both go down then to get checked in? After, we can go straight to dinner? I‘m
famished
.‖ She inflected her last word and saw his eyes dilate behind his lenses. She didn‘t wait for him to answer this time. She wasn‘t sure he could, and honestly, it turned her on, her erotic effect on him strangely contagious.

Something about him drew her, made her want to rip those glasses off his face and kiss him.
This job
might turn out to be a lot more fun than I expected.
And apparently her body needed some exercise given its rousing interest in a geek whom she usually wouldn‘t have given a second glance.

She linked her arm around his—and found it surprisingly thick. A nerd who worked out? She couldn‘t wait to unwrap him later and find out.

At her urging, they made it to the elevator and rode it down in a thick silence. She could tell he wanted to talk, but every time her gaze met his, he blushed and looked away—and the bulge at his groin grew. His bulky clothes couldn‘t quite hide from someone with her developed powers of observation the fact her presence titillated him. It made her own panties dampen as her cleft reacted with pleasure. For a moment, she naughtily wondered what would happen if she were to press herself against him, right this very moment.

Probably faint,
snickered her mischievous mind.

She gave him a break and let go of his arm when they reached the lobby. However, she did nothing to control the wiggle in her walk as she made her way over to the sign in table. She waited until he was almost behind her to bend over and sign her name, thrusting her bottom out to accidentally bump him in the groin.

His strangled moan and rigid poke against her ass made her smile. She straightened and turned to face him, pretending she hadn‘t just felt his erection against her backside. She peeled her nametag off the wax backing and slapped it on her silk covered breast, holding in a smirk as his eyes couldn‘t help following her every movement. She rubbed the tag for good measure and saw him swallow.
Poor guy doesn’t stand a chance.
―Your turn.‖

She moved aside and pretended to look around with interest. He signed in and only when he placed his name tag on did she exclaim, ―Oh my god. You‘re Anthony Savell. Why didn‘t you say anything?‖

Again his cheeks heated, but he managed to speak—finally. ―I didn‘t want to appear like I was bragging.‖

―Why ever not? That piece you wrote in that journal a few months ago was brilliant. I can see we‘re going to have a fantastic time at dinner. I can‘t wait to pick your brain.‖

The smile he bestowed on her warmed her and, to her shock, tightened her nipples. The man had a killer grin when he used it. ―Thanks for saying so. It‘s definitely an exciting field.‖

―And I can‘t wait to hear all about it over dinner and drinks.‖

She linked her arm in his again as they made their way to the hotel‘s restaurant. Phase one of the geek job was well underway, and it looked like phase two which involved getting into his room via his pants would actually be more fun than anticipated.