Oh well. At the moment, she didn’t have the luxury of being picky about who she’d work with. If she did, she’d have picked Bobbi first, but Bobbi was…she swallowed hard and tried not to think about Bobbi.
Pixie turned to Fraser. “How’s your internet connection here?”
“Excellent. And we operate behind a firewall which completely hides our trail from the authorities.”
“Of course you do. All right, now we just need a place to hang out while we wait for Anastasia and our friend Tyler to get here,” Pixie said. “Big wolf shifter with curly brown hair and glasses. Please don’t kill him, we need his help.”
Fraser had lookouts posted all over, and a gang of punks watching over the warehouse. Pixie, Dominick and Hillary had only gained entrance because Pixie knew him.
Fraser nodded. “Okay. If you head down the hall, three doors to your right, you can wait for your friend. It’s one of the rooms that my guys crash in sometimes. There’s a couple couches there, internet, a bathroom. I’ll have some pizza sent in.”
As they walked out, Pixie saw Fraser cast another lascivious look at Hillary, staring directly at her ass.
She shot him a warning look, but he just smirked at her and went back to the video game he’d been playing on his laptop when they arrived.
Dominick was breathing hard, clenching and unclenching his hands as they walked down the hall. He looked pale and sweaty.
“What is it?” Pixie asked him. “You’re acting weird. Do you think you were exposed to whatever was in our office building?”
“No, that’s not it.”
“How do you know?” Pixie demanded. “How much experience do you have with mysterious viruses that knock out dozens of people in one pass?”
“Because I know. I’m fine. Leave it alone,” Dominick growled.
Dominick was not fine. The necklace which had been ripped from him when he was wrestling with the silver-haired psycho was more than a necklace.
He’d been wearing it continuously for three years now, ever since the day he’d come home early from work and…his gut churned as he thought of it. He forced the memory out of his mind.
The necklace bore a talisman, one that he’d paid a hefty sum for. And it had worked perfectly. It had done what he’d asked its creator to do – it had suppressed his lustful urges. That was exactly what he’d needed, since he’d sworn off women forever.
Now, without the necklace, it seemed that all the pent-up, suppressed lust from the past three years was exploding inside him. He was a seething cauldron of sexual frustration, and it was making all of his instincts go bonkers. When Fraser had propositioned Pixie before, it had taken all of his strength not to shift into lion form and rip his head off. What was up with that? That was the kind of reaction that a shifter only felt when someone was sniffing after his fated mate – and he knew for a fact that Pixie couldn’t be his fated mate, because he’d already met his.
He watched Pixie striding rapidly down the hallway ahead of him, her slim legs scissoring impatiently as she hurried into the room that Fraser had directed them to. The wave of desire that rolled over him nearly knocked him off his feet.
The room was as dingy and smelled like mold. He barely noticed. For some reason, all he could think of was Pixie. Her slim body, her small, perfect breasts, her full lips…
“Dominick.” She’d said something to him.
“What?” He shook his head in a desperate attempt to clear it. She was staring at him, worried.