That golden-haired, shapeshifting bastard was supposed to be her target. All it took was one night to mess everything up. Olivia Perez felt lonely in a city she didn't know well enough to form real friendships, so she sought company at an understated bar. There she could blend into the casual environment where she stuck to the shadows in dark clothing. The moment a handsome man walked through the door, she was drawn to him based strictly on his confidence.'An American accent, how charming,' she thought, as she watched the man order a drink. 'I hope to God he's not a werewolf.'In her line of work as an agent for the Supernatural Intelligence Agency, she had seen her fair share of things no amount of drinking could make her forget. It was pathetic that she desired to find a regular human man to settle down with one day if her fast paced life ever slowed down.She took a sip of her gin and tonic with extra lime, wondering if the dark haired man could be her company for the evening. Sh
“Please… Please…”The room was dark and Olivia could smell blood with each shallow breath she took. It wasn’t her blood she was smelling. Despite how incoherent she was from blood loss, not a drop of hers was wasted in the cold room she lay in.The vampires made sure not to spare an ounce. Each time they drank from her she felt herself get fainter and fainter.It could have been days, but she had such a bad measure of time. The world spun if she opened her eyes for a long time. “It’s going to be okay…” She wasn’t speaking to an empty room–at least that’s what she had convinced herself. Q was still alive, wasn’t he?Sweeping her hand across the dust covered floor, she grabbed her partner’s arm. “Q?” she whispered. “I’ll get us out of here. I just… Need to rest first.” She was in and out of consciousness from there. The vampires occasionally gave them sips of water which was their only sustenance for God knows how long. Of course, the vampires kept their den dark. Most had evolved t
The contents were unbelievable. The SIA wanted Olivia to make herself even more vulnerable than she was in the vampire den. At least in that place she was allowed to be armed. In the corporate world, they wouldn’t take kindly to her wearing guns or knives. "Ian Novak," Olivia groaned as she tossed the folder containing the briefing of her latest target. "CEO of RK Nielsen. His appearance makes my skin crawl and he's got to be at least fifteen years older than me." Beeps coming from a heart monitor were making it hard to think straight. The wires and tubes all over Olivia were making her feel itchy, but it wouldn't be right to throw a tantrum like a child. As she turned her head towards her present company, Olivia felt like the entire world was shaking. Blood loss wasn't something to mess around with, it turned out. For her entire twenties, she had worked so hard to become someone the agency trusted with hard missions, but for the very first time, she failed. They had overl
Leaving the hospital without a family member or friend to pick you up would have offended most people, but Olivia wasn't like others. A car had been sent for her that would immediately take her to the airport. She would undergo a month of training at a top-secret base in China before relocating once more to London. After multiple calls between her and the agency, she finally decided to participate in the mission. It wasn't physically dangerous but shapeshifters were known to be slippery. They were cunning and strong. All the SIA was there for was to neutralize them and even the score. These people could live out in the open with full rights, but they had to follow strict rules if they wanted to participate in human businesses. It was clear that Ian Novak was doing everything but that. Once she was finally in the private jet that would take her away, Olivia went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the dingy lighting. At least she looked more alive than when the agency found
Settling down was easy enough.It wouldn’t be uncharacteristic for her to feel and seem lost in a new city as old and busy as London. The aimlessness she felt until she was able to get into the office was very much real. The dread of having to go to work on Monday was real as well.She was no longer allowed contact with anyone in the SIA except for the information division. That would be her lifeline for familiarity. In her prior briefings, it was suggested to make friends so it would seem like she was truly working there. The thought made her cringe. She would rather be alone than around people unfamiliar to her. Her trust in others was nonexistent in a world full of supernatural beings.Her first day was a success mostly having to go through HR required training and being shown the simple nature of her job.Olivia survived a few more days then a week as Executive Account Manager Percival Whitmore's secretary. She hadn't stepped on toes or gotten so irritated with incompetent people
Dark hair and the sickening scent of cheap cologne. Ian couldn't be such a talented shapeshifter that he could fake his own scent, could he? The man pinning her to the wall wore a plain suit. His quick way of neutralizing what he deemed to be a threat was practicing self-defense used by security guards to hold down someone but not harm them. Since they were security and not law enforcement, they could get into trouble if harm came to someone even if they were doing something bad. Olivia's years of training made her recognize this immediately. The look of astonishment was genuine. She thought for sure Ian had caught her and her cover was blown. The man asked her who she thought she was following and she had to come up with a believable excuse. "I-I'm new here," she spoke timidly and unlike her usual self. "If you would let go of my wrist I could show you…" She brought a sticky note with her to remember the executive's coffee order. There was also a slip with instructions on retri
In Olivia's line of work, death was around every corner. It was something she lived beside often and had grown to accept. At first, it wasn't easy to adopt such callousness. It went against human nature to live alongside death and not fear it. Yet she had to become cold or she would crumble and become a failed agent. It was never certain where people like that went. They had seen too much for civilian life but were no longer usable to the SIA. She knew she had to keep her feelings to herself. In the situation with Q, it was the first time she was hit hard with the reality of never seeing someone again. The impermanence of life scared her for a while, but she had to train those thoughts out of herself and remind herself that the life she worked so hard to achieve would be ripped from her grasp if she was afraid of death just like the others. She would never be a failed agent.Despite thinking Executive Whitmore was an incompetent human being with the privilege given to him by coming
Olivia knew she was staring when her brother walked through the door with an SIA badge hung around his neck and his arms crossed over his muscular chest. His expression told her that he wasn't playing around. She wasn't entirely sure if this was a message from the agency or because he couldn't make direct contact with her without compromising things. Was it personal or business?From the moment she heard of Executive Whitmore's death, red flags were raised in her mind. She had a couple of avenues she would like to explore regarding the cause but she supposed it would be best to hear her brother out first. She was sure not to reflect her familiarity with the agent in front of her. Appearing small would be better with her hands hidden in her sleeves and shoulders slumped."I can take over from here," Jose said to the detective. "Thanks." The detective left without another word, knowing that he couldn't interfere if there was a federal investigation happening. The SIA was a well-known
Even though she was distracted all afternoon, Olivia managed to do her work quickly and efficiently to escape the hotel offices early that day. She was dying to see what the message was about but knew that if she dropped her responsibilities around the office, it would be impossible to continue pretending she was just an everyday administrative assistant. All she wanted was a taste of normalcy while she was forced out of agent duties. All she wanted was to get back into the SIA but she didn't know what more she could do.Ian was a curveball in her efforts, but she was still going to try. If anything, she could present the SIA with information regarding the man if that’s what it took to get back in the agency’s good graces. The thought struck her with a pang of guilt and she was disappointed in herself for no longer being objective about that man. In an ideal world, she would count his neutralization as a failure and be able to leave it behind. Maybe a more experienced agent could
To Olivia, nothing was more jarring than waking up apprehended. As she came into consciousness, she wondered which supernatural she must have pissed off to have no recollection of where she was. The ropes around her were strong but they were… warm?She gasped, realizing the ropes that she had been tied with were actually arms. The impression that she was in a cold cell somewhere or, even worse, the den of vampires just like when she lost Q melted away when she felt the soft mattress and fluffy blankets all around her. Compared to her assumption, she was in both heaven and hell. She was comfortable but the man next to her was the problem. As she scooted away from him with her heart racing, she placed a hand over her chest as if she could manually stop her heart from panicking. Although, she wasn’t entirely sure if panic was truly the issue. Her sudden movements caused Ian to wake up and his ruby eyes were set on her with genuine concern. It made her want to fall into his warmth and
Olivia didn’t know how she could be relieved and alarmed at the same time. Yet Ian’s lips on her neck and his arms around her waist comforted her in ways she had never experienced in her life. It begged the question of whether or not she had been craving familiarity her entire life she just didn’t know it because she never came across it. Would someone else she was familiar with do the trick? If she saw an old colleague or perhaps her family would she fall apart the way she was at that moment?She didn’t know if it was the familiarity or the man himself doing it to her but, as she felt strangely safe by his request, she turned around in his arms. Even though her body was still wet considering she didn’t have time to dry herself off just yet, she placed her hands on either side of his face and kissed him. Her tongue slipped between his receptive lips and, knowing he was cooperating, her hands slid down his body. There was a lot to appreciate about his appearance. “Then what do you w
Olivia was already on edge at the way Ian was behaving that evening. It was a stark difference from the way he had gone to her office that morning. His usual charismatic nature was missing. She wondered what happened to make him so upset but she was never given the opportunity to ask nor did she think it was necessarily her business. As she stood in front of him, waiting for her fate to be decided, she felt his hand on her lower back and he gently pushed, telling her to lean forward. It would be fine with her if he decided to take her then and there but instead, when she heard the water shift, she was taken by surprise. Ian moved forward in the bath and bent Olivia in half before his hands went to her backside. From where he was sitting, he could easily access her womanhood. She had long, pleasing legs and he was the perfect height to get another taste of her. He began relentlessly, immediately tasting her womanhood. From that angle, his tongue was harsh against her nub of flesh t
Ian left the steam room first, not giving Olivia a chance to answer his request. That in itself made her mad enough that she really considered not going to him. His smugness and certainty that she would follow him just because he told her to really pissed her off. She sat there seething for a while, but the longer she stalled the more she realized just how much she really did want to follow him. Never in her life had she gone back to the same person for sex. It was strictly against all of her rules. However, he was the first partner who knew of her secret. Had that taken pressure off of the situation and made her more comfortable with him? Since it was all laid out on the table, she had no valid reason to run except for her internal biases against supernaturals. On top of that, he had been surprisingly calm about the fact that she was hired to follow him around and ultimately neutralize him. It vexed her that he didn’t think she was still plotting something against him. How trust
While Mr. Abreo adjusted his tie, he spoke to Olivia in Spanish. There weren’t as many Spanish speakers in Alaska as there were in other parts of the United States. From the moment Olivia was hired and he saw her last name, he secretly hoped she knew Spanish and, when he met her for the first time, he knew from her accent there was a high possibility.Sometimes he would talk to her for the simple fact of being able to speak in Spanish. He only did it if others weren't around, knowing it could look bad that he was fraternizing with a subordinate like that. “How’s the weather affecting my schedule for the next couple of days?” he asked.“You have a lot of cancellations, sir,” Olivia responded, happy to use her mother tongue once in a while. “A few remote meetings you can take from your computer but all in person obligations around Anchorage have been cancelled.”“That’s what I expected,” he admitted, still speaking in Spanish. “I think for the next couple of days things will be slow h
Olivia didn’t sleep for more than a couple of hours once she returned to her room. The time she had to work was late compared to when she was at R.K. Nielson. At the hotel, she had time to go slow in the morning. What she wasn’t expecting was to have a bout of paranoia strike her after she had the best sex of her entire life. She was lucky she still had the wherewithal to put on a robe and slippers as she left the suite Ian was going to be staying at for the foreseeable future until the snow stopped. Snow in October? Never in any of the places Olivia lived in her life. Maybe supernatural beings preferred the warmth because it seemed all the missions she went on seemed to have mild weather and easy conditions. After being in suitable clothing to work that day with a sweater on top of everything to stave off the cold, she stood at her window for a long time contemplating the past 24 hours. She should have predicted that she was going to be weak in the face of Ian. She wondered if p
Ian watched Olivia’s retreating naked form after she pushed him away and their bodies disconnected. So selfish, he thought. He hadn’t even reached an orgasm before she decided they would take a break, but he was insatiable. It was only fair he get his before they move on to other things. She didn’t even look back at him as she left. It was clear she was going to the kitchenette to likely get something to drink after the little yoga session they had with each other. Her indifference towards him turned him on even more. His manhood was already plenty hard but she was stirring up his feelings and making him want her in another way. Silently, he got up from the couch and rushed forward quickly. Before she could reach the inside of the kitchenette, he grabbed her by her hips and pressed her against the breakfast bar that jutted out with tall chairs sitting next to it. “Do you really think we’re done?” he asked. “I haven’t come yet.” The way his manhood was pressed against her backsi
Ian wanted to cling to her but the position rendered him useless in anything except pleasuring the woman who was riding his face. Based on her reactions, he was doing a wonderful job. Her taste and scent were getting to his head and he had to put a hand over his manhood. His body was getting ahead of itself as he finally satiated his curiosity and was able to taste her. Since he couldn't use his hands and found it inhibiting, he scooted himself higher on the couch with his legs. He could finally get a better angle on her body and was able to suck on her clit properly. Whenever his tongue ran along the nub of soft flesh, her hips started to move. Instead of using the point of his tongue, he licked that region of her fully and slowly. “I-Ian!” she gasped. So that’s what it takes for you to say my name, Olivia, he realized.Before it had always been “Mr. Novak” or “sir” which he never found suitable for him. He was in bliss as much as she was and he could finally open his eyes to w