Paranormal Mates Society 9 - Insomnia by Insomnia (Changeling)

Author:Insomnia (Changeling) [(Changeling), Insomnia]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-01-07T07:21:01+00:00

Chapter 6

Chemistry Lesson

After guiding his guests into Morpheus’s waiting arms, Sandy nervously paced the length of his office. Every few seconds he’d glance at the phone, counting the number of lines in use. So far so good, but he wasn’t completely reassured. Things could go haywire at any minute, just like the night before.

Last night had been a nightmare. Not literally. Sandy would love to lay the blame for the chaos at the hooves of Morpheus’s Mares. Unfortunately, as far as he and his boss could tell, the girls didn’t have a thing to do with the rampant chaos that had swept through the Inn of Quiet Repose. None of the deities on Olympus, or their minions, had taken credit for what appeared to be a prank of cosmic proportions, although they all professed their appreciation for such a good joke.

No, as near as Sandy could tell, reality had reversed itself for about an hour. Whispered sexy words were broadcast through the hotel. Hot became cold. Peace became chaos. None of it made any sense.

He was not looking forward to a repeat. Thankfully, one didn’t seem to be in the offing. His dinner with Pe-Ben could take place as planned.

Sandy was very much looking forward to it. Although Morpheus had kept him running all over the inn, soothing guests and investigating potential causes of the disturbances, every spare second of thought belonged to the winter god.

Pe-Ben, as he looked on the website, all cool and remote yet sexier than any Hollywood hero.

Pe-Ben, naked and aroused.

Pe-Ben, thrusting into him with passionate abandon as they --

Sandy shook his head. Better to do it than to dream about it. That’s what he planned to do tonight. Make some of his fantasies come true.

He dialed the front desk. “Has dinner been delivered to my suite?”

“Yes, sir.” Zachary’s tone was flat, factual.

“Good. Any problems?”

“No, sir.”

Another straight answer, no hesitation. No edge of panic to the zombie’s voice. Things really were okay. “Thank you, Zachary. I’ll be in my suite the rest of the night. Don’t disturb me unless it’s a dire emergency.”

“Very good, sir.”

“Not even for Mr. Moore.” The last thing he needed was Morpheus barging in on them again. The god really needed to work on his timing.

“Not even for Mr. Moore,” Zachary repeated. “Enjoy your evening off, sir.”

Sandy felt a sudden lightness in his chest as he disconnected the call. For the first time in almost four decades, he had a date. With someone other than Mr. Hand.

He ducked into his office bathroom to freshen up. Fifteen minutes later, he knocked on the door of his own living quarters, quelling the urge to bounce on the balls of his feet with anticipation.

The lock on the door released and the door opened, seemingly of its own volition.

“Enter.”

The room was dark, almost pitch black, except for a line of votive candles forming a trail between the entry and his bedroom. Though the smells in the air indicated that dinner had indeed been delivered, Sandy saw no evidence of that.

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