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“Appreciate it. Hopefully, you’ll take payment in the form of a ride into Houston.”
“We can probably accommodate that.” To Ava, Remmus said, “I don’t have any teleport locks in Houston, but if he drops us off, we can stop at home before we go to the nightclub.”
Ava didn’t miss the fact that he’d said home when referring to her den. “You’ve got it all figured out, huh?”
Remmus’ dimple appeared once more, but this smile foretold danger and seduction. The devilish temptress within her delighted.
“What can I say? I’m a savant.”
Dominick hooked an arm around Ava and kissed her temple. “Nothing but the best for our Lady Avelina.”
Remmus froze. “What?”
“Avelina,” she said. “It’s my given name. Dom knows I hate it so he teases me every time he can.”
***
It took her a half hour to get changed and shake out her hair into a stylish waterfall down her back. She rarely had the occasion to wear the slinky black dress she’d bought three years ago on a whim, and tonight seemed like the perfect outing to debut it. It hugged her every curve like it’d been handstitched for her, making her look like a goddess.
The dress was one-shouldered and shimmied down to her three-inch heels. A slit on the side rode up to her thigh, hinting at the flirtatious side she’d only begun to explore.
When she emerged from her bedroom clad in the dress, it was to Remmus’ complete silence. His mouth had dropped open and he worshipped every inch of her with his eyes, so she knew exactly what he thought of it. The tidal wave of desire that funneled through their mating bond only confirmed it.
“It seems I’ve managed to strike the unflappable Remmus speechless.”
Victory mingled with confidence as she closed the distance between them, finally getting a good look at the man in his navy-blue suit jacket and tie.
And boy, did the Raeth look good.
Obviously tailored to his muscular physique, the dark suit made him look every inch the masculine ideal. His sandy-blond hair was tied back to reveal his stunning facial structure and those delectable high cheekbones. Her mate was wrapped in a dashing package that left her panting.
In fact, her wolf was sitting up and begging, blinking wide puppy eyes at him in a vain attempt at stealing his attention. Spoiled creature. Tonight, Ava was stealing him for herself.
“You look gorgeous, Ava.”
“You don’t clean up too bad yourself.”
Positively purring, he asked, “Would you do me the honor of being your date tonight?”
“I’d love that.”
And then he whisked her away.
The immortal-owned nightclub in Houston might have changed venue, but it had remained as animated as she remembered it. While the primary patrons were typically Raeths, a substantial number of werewolves, vampires, and Elementals were also inside. At the door, a werewolf bouncer waved them through. Ava turned back to Remmus once they were past the threshold.
“No humans are allowed inside,” she explained. “The owners allow us to use our abilities on the premises, so long as it doesn’t result in fatalities.”
The nightclub opened up before them. Music played, but it wasn’t excruciatingly loud. Immortals tended to prefer their eardrums intact, and their sensitive hearing didn’t require the typical volume of a human dance club. A dance floor spanned the middle of the venue, with booths lining one side and a wall that looked surprisingly out of place bordering the other.
Vines clung to the stories-tall rockface, and a small waterfall trickled downward to an in-ground pond. Several large platforms notched into the wall at varying heights between the floor and the ceiling, big enough to hold several adults. Currently, two were occupied, one by a werewolf, and one by a Raeth tiger shifter.
Remmus chuckled. “Yes, I can see that.”
They headed over toward the bar where Remmus flagged down a bartender. Fortunately, Ava recognized her. “Christy!”
The brunette leaned over the counter to give her a hug, squeezing tightly. “Long time, no see, killer. Where’ve you been?”
“Back home in Estes. I can’t believe you’re still putting up with these hours,” Ava winked.
