Dirty Deeds (Paranormal Erotic Romance) by Eliza Gayle

terms of employment by bringing you with him. So he's gone to his destination without you.”
    She shuddered, afraid to ask where exactly that was. Definitely not a happy place, that's for sure. Forgetting about Harold, hope dared to bloom inside her. “Does this—does this mean I'm going back?” She sat up and brushed soot from her clothes.
    “Do you want to go back?”
    “Hell yes, I want to go back.” She scrambled to her feet as quickly as she could. Dignity be damned.
    He cocked an eyebrow in warning.
    “Um—sorry, I mean yes, please. I would like to return to my job.” She bit her lip and held her breath. Could this be real?
    “I thought you hated your job?”
    “Maybe, maybe not. But I do want to go back. I can work harder at filling my quota. I swear it.” And she would. With a chance to see Drake at stake, she would do anything.
    He held up his hand. “It's not me you have to convince.”
    “Who then? Tell me. I'll do whatever it takes to get back.”
    “Always the impatient one, even down here I see.” A deep rumbling male voice drawled from behind the stranger. He stepped to the side, leaving her face to face with Drake.
    “Oh thank God.” She ran to him and flung her arms around his neck.
    His laughter tickled her neck. “You might want to be careful about thanking God right now, babe. He's not exactly the popular man down here.”
    “Oops.” She covered her mouth with her palm and snickered. “I keep forgetting.”
    “No worries, my love, we have plenty of time for you to get used to the ins and outs of this life.”
    “What does that mean? We get to stay together?”
    “Looks like it. Although, lucky for me, I got to you before you made it all the way home. Even with Harold's, and now my ability to know where you are, I physically can't go that far.”
    “I'm sorry, Drake. I don't want to be the one that keeps you away.” Fresh tears threatened. Jeez, when had she returned to her crybaby ways?
    Warm, rough hands stroked her face, wiping them up one by one. “Don't cry. This is what I wanted. I'll figure out another way. Besides that's the way things work around here. There are always choices and sacrifices to be made in every decision.”
    His words worried her. He couldn't make light of the danger their reunion would create. “What about your sister?”
    “Harold just brought that up to freak you out. My baby sister is tough as nails and way scarier then me. She can take care of herself.”
    “Are you serious?” She didn't know whether to kiss him or shake him. Although the half smile on his face did serious things to her. Gave her tingles in all the right places.
    “Hold on tight. We're going back to the club where we belong and then we'll go from there. Deal?” He held out his hand to her.
    “Deal.” She grabbed his hand and brought it to her lips to trace a heart along his palm with her tongue.
    “Witch.”
    “If you say so.” She laughed. The air around them heated, and she snuggled into his chest when his arms wrapped around her. Her eyes squeezed shut and her breath held until he cupped her chin and tilted her head to his.
    “You can open your eyes now.”
    Cautiously, she opened them to the familiar surroundings of Drake's private playroom at the club.
    She sagged with relief against his chest. “I'm so happy to be back, and even more so that we are alone again.” Melody took a deep breath, inhaling Drake's distinct scent, before she pushed away from him. “But you gave up getting home for me. I didn't deserve that.”
    “Melody—”
    “No, seriously Drake, when I discovered you here at the club I wanted to use you to not only fill my quota, but to serve up some payback. I feel so stupid.”
    He placed his finger across her lips. “Stop. We've both made mistakes and wasted enough time.” His lips glided across hers, the tip of his tongue teasing at the seam. “It's time to move on. Besides, things have changed between us.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I