Fur and Fangs by Rae D. Magdon

Author:Rae D. Magdon [Magdon, Rae D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-04-28T23:00:00+00:00

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By the time five does roll around, my pulse is through the roof. I can barely keep my breathing steady, and my legs definitely aren't as I dart into the bathroom for one last peek in the mirror. Not too bad. My hair's getting shaggy at the fringes, but the extra gel has kept it somewhat presentable. I straighten my tie, smoothing it down beneath my sweater vest. Isabeau's hinted that she likes sharp-dressed gals, and while I can't quite claim that, I think I look decent.

As I stare at my reflection, my mind keeps galloping on ahead. What if Colin's right? What if Isabeau does have something sexual in mind? I could be walking into anything from a coffee date to a grand slam.

I close my eyes. Either way, you'll be fine, I tell myself. This ain’t your first rodeo. But I'm not very convincing. It has been over a year since last time, and I care way more. I check my watch. I've only got a few minutes to hit the train station—and today of all days, I can't be late.

On my dash for the front door, I nearly bowl Colin over. He calls something after me, 'Good luck' or 'Go get her!', but I can't really tell which because my heart is pounding in my ears. Everything's white noise. I don't even wrinkle my nose at the smell of gasoline and rubber as I hurry down the sidewalk and into the subway station.

I catch sight of Isabeau immediately. She's waiting past the turnstiles, but instead of the lime green dress she'd worn that morning, she's wrapped in blood red with lipstick and nails to match. She's absolutely eye popping against the sea of black, white, and grey, and I can't tear my eyes away. Lucky for me, my feet carry me in her direction all on their own. I'm so focused that I run gut-first into the turnstile, and I end up fumbling for my card.

Isabeau swipes her own through, saving me further embarrassment. "Why the rush?"

I tug at my collar, desperate for a bit of cool breeze, but the entire world around me feels like it's burning. I do manage to make a decent recovery, though. "To make sure I didn't miss you, of course."

"You're right, that would have been a tragedy," Isabeau says. She takes my hand, and oh sweet Jesus why didn't I wipe it on my pants first to get off at least some of the sweat? If she notices that my fingers are dripping, she doesn't let on that she minds. I’m not even sure how much she can feel, because her hand is strangely cold, almost like touching a statue. It makes me wonder what the rest of her skin is like, if she has any trace of warmth. I want to find out.

"Where we headed to?" I ask.

In that same practiced, seductive motion, Isabeau slides the tops of her glasses down to look at me. "Nowhere special yet. I was thinking we’d keep it casual and grab some food from one of the carts by my place.

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