The Crystal Warrior by MAREE ANDERSON

Author:MAREE ANDERSON
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, paranormal romance, paranormal, dance, fantasy romance, dancing, crystals, dancer, warriors, paranormal romance series, crystal warriors, ceroc dance, dance studio, wulfenite, chalcedony, crystal warrior, crystal guardian, pietersite, lambada, new zealand author, crystal warriors 1, crystal warriors book 1, maree anderson books
Publisher: Maree Anderson

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Chapter Eleven

The walk to Sam’s inner-city apartment building took about half an hour—enough of a walk that by the time she arrived, Chalcey couldn’t think of anything better than crawling into bed. Alone. No surprises after what had gone down this evening.

Add to that, she was pretty darned pissed that she had to walk in the first place. The joys of being too broke to justify a taxi.

The good thing was that whenever she got overly tired and cranky, the last thing on her mind was sex. She figured that put her in the perfect state of mind to resist Wulf’s considerable charms. This time, no amount of gorgeous male physique or cajolery was going to have an effect on her. Nyuh uh.

She pushed through the revolving door and entered the lobby. It was all very classy. Heaps of marble and dark wood festooned with fancy designer pot plants. In complete contrast to all the studied opulence, Chalcey was aware she resembled something a cat had dragged in. Even if she hadn’t been aware, it became patently obvious that she lowered the tone of the place from the way the young guy at the front desk eyed her.

Since he was new and didn’t know her, Chalcey half expected to be informed the tradesmen’s entrance was at the rear. Lucky for him, he was too well-trained for that. “Samantha Greenwood, please,” she said.

“And you would be?”

“Chalcedony Laureano. Ms.”

He made a point of glancing at his watch.

“She’ll see me. Make the call.” Belatedly she added, “Please.”

Being an ultra-polite sort himself, his only reaction to her blatant insincerity was a slight flaring of his nostrils. “Just one moment, Ms Laureano.” Pause. “Please.”

“Touché.” Chalcey grinned at him to show she appreciated his sally, and there were no hard feelings. She drummed her fingers on the counter while he consulted his computer screen and keyed in Sam’s extension. A brief conversation consisting mainly of “Yes, ma’am” ensued.

“You can go on up, Ms Laureano.” He escorted her to the elevator and keyed in the PIN to give her access to the penthouse level.

She wondered how he’d have reacted if she’d leaned over and keyed in the PIN herself. Probably wouldn’t have blinked an eye. Unlike the stuffy older guy who had the day shift. He would have thrown a fit, and then gone on and on about security protocols. “Thanks,” she said.

“You’re welcome, ma’am.”

She hid a grimace at the oh-so polite exchange. And the whole security thing. Sam might pretend otherwise but she did secretly enjoy at least some of the privileges that accompanied vast wealth.

The elevator doors smoothed shut while Chalcey brooded over how to apologize to Sam for being such a jealous bitch, and then get Sam out of the way while she had a heart-to-heart with Wulf. She wanted—needed—to talk with him alone. The subject matter was just too delicate to have an audience, even if that audience did happen to be her best friend. Or at least, her hopefully still best friend.

Crap. Maybe high-tailing it over here hadn’t been the best idea she’d ever had.

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