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. She sighed.
However, her cleavage spilling out of her dress was enough to catch the man's attention. It was a calculated move considering the rest of what she wore was modest.
She wasn't a stupid girl but she could act like one for the right company.
Her tolerance for alcohol was high and she was on her second gin and tonic, but she still leaned into the table in front of her as if it were hitting her hard. She brushed a hand through her dark brown, naturally curly hair, and a sensual grin spread across her face.
Many men didn't want to save a damsel in distress, they wanted to take advantage of one. At least it was her choice.
The black haired man finally made his approach and she was pleasantly surprised to see light blue eyes piercing her. Maybe she was finally acting drunk enough to be interesting to him.
'Scumbag,' she thought of him, though her expression revealed nothing of her inner thoughts.
He was preying on a drunk girl. Yet she was going to go for it because sliding against an attractive man all evening sounded a lot better than going to her small, modern apartment alone and drinking herself to sleep while watching something trashy on television.
"Do you mind if I join you?" he asked smoothly, his velvety voice caressing her ears.
She wondered what his moaning sounded like. Would it be enough to tie her over so she could save some dignity and not do that again for a while?
"Please," she responded easily with a light laugh.
He held out a hand once he sat down, placing his whiskey on the table between them.
"Joe," he stated his name simply. "And you are?"
'Should I use my real name?' she wondered.
Even the name she used wasn't the name she was born with. Her life was complicated.
Olivia recalled a bottle of wine sitting on one of the shelves at her apartment and decided that name would have to do. She wasn't that imaginative but it likely wouldn't matter in a few hours.
"Francia," she responded warmly and shook his hand, sure not to put any muscle behind it.
Men like him probably didn't enjoy strong women. Particularly not the ones who could take them down after the decade of Krav Maga under her belt. It was standard for all agents in the SIA.
"That's a beautiful name," he said. "Would you like something else to drink?"
Olivia traced her index finger along the lip of the tumbler that held the melting ice of her last gin and tonic. A small smile pulled at her lips as she tried to make herself believably tipsy.
"I've had enough," she lied. "If I have more, someone will have to carry me out of here."
"You must not hold your alcohol well," he realized with a smirk. "How adorable."
For a moment, her heart picked up speed. Something was telling her he didn't believe her. She quickly pushed the thought away. Her line of work had made her paranoid even if she didn't need to be.
They were both there for one purpose and it was clear by the way his foot brushed against the high heel she wore. His piercing, icy eyes measured her response and she lightly giggled.
After that, it was enough for her that he paid her bill. The evening would be more palatable if he could at least pretend to be a gentleman. He succeeded so far.
They didn't walk far before he led the malleable and easy to control woman into an alleyway and his lips roughly crashed into hers. He was so aggressive but she had to admit it was doing something for her. Most one night stands saw her as easy prey and weak. Maybe the evening would be more fun than she thought.
She gasped in his mouth at the shock of being pushed against cold brick at the end of autumn. As he pulled away, he kept her full lower lip between his teeth. His smirk was mischievous as his hands went to her waist.
"You like to be pushed around a little bit," he realized. "I have to admit I'm surprised."
"We don't have to talk," she said, finding she liked his actions better than his words.
She decided to match his aggression and she reached for the red tie he wore with his charcoal grey suit and white button up. His lips were against hers again.
He smelled good and clean. That was all she could ask for.
Even if she didn't plan on seeing him ever again, her one rule was to meet these men in her apartment. She had the advantage in her own space. There were weapons under most hard surfaces.
At first, she was only pretending to be into it. Soon she had no choice but to enjoy herself the way they walked to the high rise that contained her apartment and he kept bothering her with breathlessly aggressive kisses and possessive touches that made her heart race. She found herself truly invested in what was about to happen.
The trail of their clothing went from her front door to her couch where she climbed on top of him and continued the kissing. He paid attention to her entire body. She thought they might do it there, but he dragged her away from the couch.
Her floor-to-ceiling windows boasted a view of London and he pressed her against it. She was cautious but willing to see it through.
It was everything she ever wanted.
He knew exactly what he was doing and how to do it. She wasn't one to trust herself to someone but the way he knew his way around a woman's body made her guard slip.
The way he held onto her almost felt loving. It reached a place within her that hadn't been nurtured in a long time. Rather than a one night stand, it felt like they were making love.
His body thrust into her a final time and she was completely spent after the workout he gave her.
Olivia considered asking him to stay over or if they could remain in touch until she heard a voice she recognized, but it wasn't the voice of the man she brought to her apartment.
She didn't see 'Joe's' eyes change to red and his hair change to golden locks that went down to his mid back. Her eyes focused and she saw who he truly was in the window's reflection.
"You fucked up, Olivia," he said, holding her wrists behind her
His eyes met hers in the reflection and a devilish smirk pulled at his lips.
He had no plans to let her go even though she was grappling to get away. One trait of the shapeshifters was their strength. It had to match whoever they were imitating.
"It can't be," she gasped, struggling to break her arms free.
It should have been an easy hold to get out of. All the training she went through to escape certain situations wasn't paying off at that moment. She was caught off guard and not emotionally sharp. He had worked her to her limit and rendered her strength useless since there was no energy behind it.
From pleasure to horror. It felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over her head.
"Ian," she said his name with such horror that his elation only grew.
"Yes," he gasped and bit her shoulder. "Say my name again."
“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
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 overlooked a d
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 retr
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 comin
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
To say Olivia woke up on the wrong side of the bed was an understatement. The night before, she skipped dinner because of being called into the police station. Then she tried to go to bed at her usual hour only to toss and turn at the irritation that her mother was getting involved in her life in such an unsavory way. Nova had told her to carve her own path with this mission and that she was going to have minimal involvement so it would seem more believable. How would it be believable if people around Olivia started dropping like flies or disappearing? It seemed that her mother also crafted it to look like vampires or werewolves were the ones who killed her boss. She was trying to stay out of supernatural crimes so that people wouldn't suspect her of being involved. Particularly, she didn't need Ian to think she had any privy to supernatural beings. She wanted to seem like a regular human who feared them just like everyone else. She didn't fear them, however, she hated their divi