Part 7
"So what'd you want me to do then?"
Regan was extremely pleased when she got home from school that afternoon, to find Karma waiting in her room, spread out on her bed, almost tiger like, smiling seductively at her. Long blond hair fell around his shoulders, glinting faintly in the dull evening light. His amber eyes glittered with wicked amusement, his sculpted lips curved into a smile. His long legs were stretched out, crossed at the ankles, clad in black leather pants. His shiny black shirt had only the last few buttons fastened, showing of his smooth, pale chest. It was all Regan could do to stop herself pouncing on him and ravishing him.
"Maybe later," Karma said, still smirking. "But you did call me here for a reason, you gonna let me in on what that reason is?" He inspected his nails. "I'm a busy vampire, you know."
Regan chuckled, tossing her purse on the floor, shaking her head. "Sometimes, I swear you're a girl trapped in a man's body."
Karma shrugged, leaning back against her headboard. "You'd be surprised how often I hear that."
Regan sat on her desk chair. "Situation is this. My friend Astara, you remember her? Well her boyfriend, the love of her life, ran into that stupid soulmate thing with a *werewolf* for crying out loud!"
Karma nodded. "Yeah. I get the point, you don't like her. Again, I ask - "
"There's no one I know better at seduction and torture like you, be it he, she or it. You're the best." She usually wasn't so open with people, particularly when she wanted them to do something for her. What was it about Karma that made her react differently? "I can get someone else if you want."
Karma smiled again. "Who's the puppy?"
"Cayla. Her name is Cayla Lupine."
"Leave it to me." He left the room.
Regan watched him curiously as he went. He was acting very strange. He was usually much smoother, flirty, he was supposed to enjoy what she'd asked him to do. Why wasn't he enjoying his new task?
She shrugged, dismissing the thought as she turned on her small TV, telling herself to be content that at least he was doing what she'd asked.
Cayla, you're going to wish you'd never been born she thought.
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"So what'd you want me to do then?"
Regan was extremely pleased when she got home from school that afternoon, to find Karma waiting in her room, spread out on her bed, almost tiger like, smiling seductively at her. Long blond hair fell around his shoulders, glinting faintly in the dull evening light. His amber eyes glittered with wicked amusement, his sculpted lips curved into a smile. His long legs were stretched out, crossed at the ankles, clad in black leather pants. His shiny black shirt had only the last few buttons fastened, showing of his smooth, pale chest. It was all Regan could do to stop herself pouncing on him and ravishing him.
"Maybe later," Karma said, still smirking. "But you did call me here for a reason, you gonna let me in on what that reason is?" He inspected his nails. "I'm a busy vampire, you know."
Regan chuckled, tossing her purse on the floor, shaking her head. "Sometimes, I swear you're a girl trapped in a man's body."
Karma shrugged, leaning back against her headboard. "You'd be surprised how often I hear that."
Regan sat on her desk chair. "Situation is this. My friend Astara, you remember her? Well her boyfriend, the love of her life, ran into that stupid soulmate thing with a *werewolf* for crying out loud!"
Karma nodded. "Yeah. I get the point, you don't like her. Again, I ask - "
"There's no one I know better at seduction and torture like you, be it he, she or it. You're the best." She usually wasn't so open with people, particularly when she wanted them to do something for her. What was it about Karma that made her react differently? "I can get someone else if you want."
Karma smiled again. "Who's the puppy?"
"Cayla. Her name is Cayla Lupine."
"Leave it to me." He left the room.
Regan watched him curiously as he went. He was acting very strange. He was usually much smoother, flirty, he was supposed to enjoy what she'd asked him to do. Why wasn't he enjoying his new task?
She shrugged, dismissing the thought as she turned on her small TV, telling herself to be content that at least he was doing what she'd asked.
Cayla, you're going to wish you'd never been born she thought.
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