Page 8 of Druid Dreams

“Jack,” I called out quietly for him, and he immediately strode to me, bending over so I could speak to him without the other people in the VIP section hearing us. “I’m expecting company tonight, a well built man, but I couldn’t get a glimpse of his face.”

There was no need to explain anything else, because Jack knew me and the gifts I possessed. Most of them anyway. I didn’t even know them all. My powers were constantly evolving and growing. He raised both of those perfectly arched eyebrows and replied with a whispered “hit me,” which meant he wanted me to show him what I saw.

I slid the vision in his mind carefully. If I sent images too fast to someone I didn’t have a connection with it could cause a great deal of pain. Even though Jack and I had maintained a mental connection since we were kids I still liked to be cautious. He nodded his head in a way that told me he’d keep his eyes open for the mystery man. He turned his back to me while reclaiming his original position at the far edge of my half-circle booth.

The white leather seating in the VIP section matched the rest of the sitting areas and barstools in the club. The tabletops were all glossy and black, and so shiny you could almost see your reflection in them. The flooring throughout the club was a Brazilian cherry with an ebony stain on top, and in the dim overhead lighting it looked black.

There was a red carpet runner that led down the aisle of the VIP section. It began at the bottom stair and ran all the way to the opening of the booth I always occupied. I was far enough back to be left alone, but close enough that the people who didn’t have VIP access could see who was up here. There were several sets of large, rectangular booths on the left hand side against the wall. They were all occupied tonight, but one look at Jack as they tried to approach me had them scurrying the opposite way.

Courtney appeared a few moments after Jack and I ended our chat with the things I had requested and a sealed envelope from my father, Nathaniel. She popped the top on the chilled liquor and poured me the first shot with a smile on her baby-like face. “Sloooooane,” she practically slurred at me, “That dress looks fucking amazing on you! Everyone in the club stopped what they were doing to watch you walk by.”

“Thanks” I replied clipped, though I didn’t mean for it to sound that way. She had no idea what those people thought about as they stared at me. She was human, and full of pure thoughts. Pure-ish thoughts. The woman’s mind was actually pretty perverted for a human. She didn’t constantly think of power, control, or murder though, so the word “pure” worked well enough.

I spent the next two hours drinking and being eye fucked by the people brave enough to look my way. I was trying not to get drunk, even though I’d need more than the one bottle I had ordered to achieve true inebriation. Or the blackout level that I really sought tonight. I still caught a good buzz off the bottle I made myself slowly finish. I asked Jack for a glass of water, and then the male really looked worriedly at me. I rolled my eyes at him and he raised that fucking eyebrow at me again. That. Perfect. Fucking. Eyebrow.

Throwing his shouted thoughts straight into my head while his back remained turned to me, he asked “Are you feeling okay? It’s one am and you want water? Fucking water, Lo! Are you sick? Or just trying to stay sober to meet the mystery man.” He snickered at me as he continued his lecture. “And, I heard that. I’ll do your eyebrows next time instead of you going to see that raggedy, old bitch who's been doing them. Oh, wait. That’s you!” He twisted his head to wink at me. That asshole.

“I’m fine.” I stated out loud. “I think I want to go upstairs and play a game of pool in Dad’s office. I’m going home before we close.”

I stood as Jack offered his hand to me. With my hand tucked securely in the crook of his arm, we made our way down the red carpet getting gawked at like we’re celebrities. I hated the attention. Just seven more steps. Nearly there. Instead of turning right to head down the VIP stairs, we turned left to go to the door that led upstairs to the offices. That weird pull that never stopped was so strong that I stopped dead in my tracks three steps from the door. Urging myself to turn around, I stole a small breath and angled my head to peek over my shoulder.

Staring at me with a smirk on his face was the male I met at CBP earlier today. It wasn’t a man I was seeing in my premonition at all. He looked completely different than he did at work. His dark brown hair was pushed back to the right and I didn’t think I’d ever seen softer looking waves. I want to run my hands through those fat curls and pull his hair while he... yeah. His eyes were a tantalizing icy blue color, so light that they were almost white, and they danced with amusement. I’d really like to see them lit up with desire as I drop to my knees an- Focus!

His cheeks were a little flushed, like he’d been drinking for about as long as I had. In his hands were two shot glasses and a bottle of my favorite tequila. My eyes tracked over him like he was a gift from the gods, but I knew he wasn’t. This male was trouble. The good kind, but trouble nonetheless.

Jack stood in front of me, and I had to put my hand on his shoulder and squeeze to get his attention. He side-eyed me, nodded sharply, and opened the velvet rope at the top of the stairs.

“Mr. Winter, please come in.” Jack welcomed him with a sly smile.

Sloane

Friday Night

I guess he got my text about the handsome male fae I met this afternoon. “Thanks for replying to my text.” I snarked at him in my head.

That mother fucker just winked at me again and tossed back, “I saw all those naughty thoughts roll across your mind while you were looking at him with your hand on my shoulder. You really are a filthy bitch. I fucking love you, but I’m semi hard right now and it’s all your fault.”

“I’m going to kick your ass tomorrow and I hope you know it!” I shouted at him while also trying to keep my facial expressions from looking like I’m screaming in my head. It’s hard work.

“Ms. King.” Vaughn’s low rumble was so delicious it had me thanking the gods that I decided to wear panties tonight. “You looked rather bored.” He shrugged a muscled shoulder and smiled at me with a coyness that would have those panties I was so happy about melting right off my overheating body.

I had to open my mind to see what he was thinking. I didn’t want pity. I got paid to sit there and look pretty, and bored apparently. I tilted my head to the left in confusion though. I couldn’t hear this male’s thoughts. I thought that might be a first for me. Or second, but again, I’m not fucking going there.

Intrigued, I motioned the male to my booth. Seating himself across from me, we eyed each other for a moment before he popped the bottle open and poured two shots. I offered him my plate of pineapple, watching the confusion cross his chiseled features as he raised a questioning eyebrow at me.

“It’s better than lime as a chaser.” I explained simply.

He passed me a shot, we clinked the glasses together and threw them back at the same time. He made a disgusted face before biting into his pineapple slice. “That’s not bad,” he agreed after swallowing. His comment made me chuckle.

“Did I interrupt you leaving when I walked up?” He asked a little shyly after our shot. Maybe it had just occurred to him that I was on my way out and might not want any company. I definitely want the company if it’s him though. Jack groaned in my head and I forced our connection closed so fast that it felt like slamming a car door shut. Fuck my life right now. Jack was going to snoop around in what was left of my love life after hearing everything I just thought. Uhm, loveless life? Whatever, you know what I mean. He happened to be a nosy jackass.

“Actually, I was bored,” I replied with a small smile of my own. “I was going to go upstairs for a game of pool. Do you play?”

“There are pool tables in such an upscale nightclub?” He inquired, drawing his brows down, a little bewildered and a little sarcastic. That made me laugh, a real genuine laugh. He had no idea what secrets this club held.

“Come on,” I encouraged him. Standing and grabbing his hand, I began to pull him along with me. Jack quirked his stupid eyebrow at me again as we walked towards him hand in hand. He opened the door that led to the stairs and mouthed “yes, bitch” when I passed him. He followed quietly behind us, up the stairs and to the large game room across from my father’s office.

Once we were inside Jack closed the door but remained on the outside. I heard him in my mind the moment the door clicked closed, “If you don’t fuck him on that pool table then I totally will, bitch. Grim would be all over him too. He’s got a thing for fae. He says they’re pretty.” He made a humming noise and shoved filthy images in my mind. The first image is Vaughn and me, one I pictured myself, and then they quickly morph into scenes of Jack, Grim, and Vaughn. I shut him out completely, locking that connection up like Fort Knox. He’s such an ass sometimes!