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The smell was coming from the living room.
There were two people sitting there, waiting on a sofa: the journalists. The man was a trendy, self-important sort with designer glasses on and a trench coat. He looked like he was in his mid-thirties. The girl next to him looked like she was fresh out of college. She was wearing a sweater vest over a long business shirt. She looked professional in a college-hip sort of way. It didn’t hide much of her body; I could see her delicious curves, her small waist, the line of her hips and the roundness of her breasts. Her eyes were a stormy grey with long lashes, and she had a cute little nose.
I really hoped that the man wasn’t the source of the smell. I really, really wanted it to be the girl. I didn’t think I’d ever wanted anything so badly.
I put on my best smile, trying not to look like I’d just had my mind blown and was coming out of my millennia-long existential crisis.
The journalists stood up as I approached, the girl much more slowly. She didn’t even seem that excited to be here; well, not excited like journalists normally were. She looked me over the way that she had been looking over the room before I walked in. She was considering, watchful, but not full of any joy or enthusiasm.
The man was displaying the usual amount of excitement to meet me and put out his hand. I took the offered hand and leaned slightly towards him as he greeted, “John Harper, Business Insider. Great to meet you, Mr. Dagon.”
“My pleasure, John,” I told him, and I took a deep breath.
The man smelled like meat. Not overly so, but subtly. Like a tasty sandwich.
So, it was the girl that smelled like an entirely different world. Excellent.
The interesting thing was that it was impossible for me to tell if she was evil or good. She didn’t smell like soap, leather, or like anything delicious. She didn’t smell like a human at all. There was nothing to her apart from the smell of Daconia in the springtime.
I grinned and turned to her, raising my eyebrows. She was looking me over; normally when a woman did this, I imagined it was to size up how hard it was going to be to ride my cock. Yet this time, I was loathe to admit to myself that she so obviously wasn’t thinking about my dick. Instead, it felt like she was staring straight into my soul and finding it wanting and covered with cobwebs.
The look was unsettling.
“This is my shadow for the day, Zarah Harper,” John introduced, which produced a side-glance from the girl as if there was something about the introduction that she didn’t like. But then John waved her away and commenced quickly with the interview, like he was working under a time restraint.
“Zarah.” I put out my hand for her to take, and she put out her own hand. Her hand was cold, so I immediately gushed. “You’re freezing. Let me get you something warm. A hot tea or something?” I offered.
“A coffee would be nice,” she said with a shrug, but her eyes didn’t show any more warmth. Her tone was friendly enough.
I didn’t get a coffee, because I wasn’t going to leave the room while this girl was there. But I shot Miles a ‘Do it now!’ glare that made him hop in the right direction.
The idea I was focused on right now was how near I could sit to her without being too obviously creepy.
I pulled up my chair close to the pair in such a way that I couldn’t look at the man without looking at the girl. That way I could just stare at her more or less without her noticing. Hopefully.
Her hair was shoulder length but soft and curly. Her eyes were grey, round, and were quite animated.
She met my gaze. Might have been easy to do since I was staring right into hers. I was entranced, and it wasn’t because she had an ideal kind of beauty. She was a cute little thing, but she wasn’t made up or anything. As far as I could tell, she wasn’t even wearing much if any makeup, and her hair didn’t seem ‘done up’. She looked casual and comfortable.
But she wasn’t human. I was fucking positive about that.
What she actually was, I couldn’t conclude, but she couldn’t smell like that and be human.
She wasn’t a dragon, either. But there wasn’t anything to her that made it obvious as to what I was looking at.
And while I was looking at her, my cock felt rock hard. It was, in fact, uncomfortably so. My thoughts went right back to mating. Breeding her.
“Mr. Dagon?”
I suddenly snapped back into the present. I had been giving half my attention to the man before, but I’d lost more and more of it until I had to admit to myself that I had no idea what he was even talking about. I couldn’t recall what he’d asked me so far.
“I’m sorry.” I sat back, blinking at him then admitting, “I’ve been a little distracted today. Not feeling myself.”
“I heard you’re in the middle of a lawsuit against Michelin Robel. Is that bringing you down?” Zarah asked very forwardly. She had just morphed in front of me into a type of psychiatrist. One who was leaning in and trying to be empathetic.
The change was off-putting.
She still smelled amazing, so I wasn’t about to tell her off. As far as I was concerned, she was the mother of my future children. I put one leg over the other. “Not at the moment.”
