We’re off to a great start.
“Listen, I promise that you have nothing to fear. I come in peace.”
The woman clambers to her feet, muttering some more, and finally opens the door. I have my non-threatening smile pasted to my face, but it falls away as I drink in the vision before me.
Short red hair threaded with bands of gold frame the woman’s heart-shaped face. Her large, hazel eyes are tinted both brown and green with flecks of yellow.
She’s tall for a woman, but still would likely only come to my shoulders. Her form is thick and curvaceous, and my mouth waters.
In a word, the woman is stunning.
“Miss Fern Mabon?” I manage to ask past the lust hammering my body.
“Yes?”
“I’m Ahnou Napa with the IRS. I’d like to talk to you about your taxes.”
From her dumbstruck expression, I can only surmise she had no clue that I was coming, or she had forgotten.
Miss Mabon blinks rapidly, as if in a daze, before asking me to join her. Then, the redheaded woman turns on her heel, leaving me no choice but to follow her inside.
The view of her ass covered in what looks like pajama bottoms does nothing to help the heat spreading through my limbs.
I remind myself that IRS employees don’t check out the very rounded bottoms of their auditees as Miss Mabon walks into what I assume is her living room.
With a flick of her wrist, she gestures for me to sit down on an orange couch that’s a few shades lighter and yellower than her hair.
The air feels charged with an inexplicable tension as our eyes lock. Fern's gaze holds a mixture of uncertainty and curiosity, her lips slightly parted as if she's about to say something.
I can't help but feel the pull between us, a magnetic force that defies explanation. The simple act of being in her presence stirs something within me, something that I've long kept buried.
The gorgeous woman tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, her fingers brushing against her skin in a gesture that's both unconscious and mesmerizing.
"You know, I never imagined that an IRS auditor would be, um, like you."
I lean in slightly, my voice a low hum. "And how did you imagine an IRS auditor to be?"
She meets my gaze, hers searching mine for something I'm not sure I can name. "Not as good looking."
A relieved smile tugs at my lips as red spreads across her face, but I’m glad she isn’t put out by the fact that I’m a monster—and that she finds me attractive.
"Thank you. I don’t think anyone has ever complimented me before when I’ve come to audit them.”
“About that, Mr. Napa—”
“Please, call me Ahnou.”
The request slips past my lips, and the tension in the room becomes palpable, almost suffocating in its intensity.
It's as if we're tiptoeing on the edge of a precipice, unsure of whether to take the plunge or step back, but whether she’s experiencing the same emotions as me, I can’t say.
“Then please call me Fern.”
“Perhaps…if we’re alone.”
The words are out before I can take them back, but the lovely female doesn’t blink. Instead, her eyes dilate and the scent of her arousal perfumes the air.
Down boy, I caution my body, which thrums with awareness.
Fern's fingers clench the fabric against her thigh, a nervous habit that I find oddly endearing. "So, um, Ahnou, what happens next?"
I lean in just a fraction closer, my voice a husky whisper. "Well, Miss Mabon, I'll review the information you've provided and ensure that everything is in order."
Her breath hitches, and I can see the effect my proximity is having on her. She's not the only one affected—my own heart is pounding a rhythm that matches the rapid beat of hers.
Before I can fully process the moment, Fern speaks again, her voice slightly shaky. “And you’re sure my taxes haven’t been filed recently?”
“I’m sure.”
She twitches as if electrocuted. “Excuse me. I need to make a phone call. Please, enjoy your tea."
I grimace, but nod. A little distance between the two of us can’t hurt considering I want to tackle her to the ground and cover the woman in my scent.
Whatever I’m feeling, I need to get it under control—now. Under no circumstances should I be experiencing such powerful lust for a human.
But if I didn’t know any better, I would swear I’m going into rut.
THANK YOU
