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Vikki

If I was annoyed with Max's cool appraisal of me in the salon, if I thought for a second back then that nothing could move the mound of frozen troll shaped granite, I was completely wrong.

What I have looming over me is anything but cold. Max's eyes blaze, and he holds me as if he owns me as he admits I've driven him over the edge.

"So, I have your attention?" I reply.

"Fuck," Max mutters, dipping his head, and I lose sight of his eyes. "This is not what I wanted…what I intended at all."

He lifts his head again.

"But I do want you, and it has nothing to do with our business arrangement. In fact, I hate we have an arrangement at all because the things I want to do to you…with you…" His voice is the barest of growls, and I'm transfixed by his gorgeous pillowy lips and where his tusks thrust up from between them.

And I can still taste the kiss we shared back in the club when he knew nothing about me. I can still feel those lips on mine as I surprised him earlier. The kiss he recoiled from.

Max is not recoiling now. My entire body is on fire from the heat flowing off him, the firm grip on my waist, claws pricking through the flimsy silk fabric.

"Max," I whisper.

"Mine," he growls, and his mouth hits my mouth.

The kiss knocks me dizzy. He is demanding, possessive, dominant. All the while, his chest keeps up a constant growl and his fingers grip my hair. His tongue sweeps over mine, tangling with it in such a way I know I won't win, and I don't want to. He tastes of liquor and tobacco and so, so sweet.

By the time either of us realizes the intercom is squawking, I have very little breath left in my body. Max inhales deeply, then casually depresses the stop button before leaning into the intercom.

"We're fine," he says smoothly in response to a query about our wellbeing. "It appears there was something on fire which needed dealing with."

We drop two more floors and stare at each other.

"I'm going to cover you in diamonds and take you to dinner, where we can discuss all the things I want to do to you and more," Max rumbles. "If that's what you want. If not…our arrangement still stands." He straightens and throws back his massive shoulders. "I am a troll of honor."

I gently straighten his tie and smooth out the wrinkles on his suit, giving his chest a proprietary pat.

"Sounds good to me."

My stomach seems to have unknotted and, with the high from his kiss still buzzing in my veins, I want nothing more than to have dinner with my big bad business troll and find out exactly what he wants from our arrangement.

Mainly because I've got an idea or two.

The elevator chimes as it comes to a halt and the doors slide noiselessly open. Half a dozen pairs of eyes stare in at us.

I hold back a laugh, smiling up at Max as he glares out at them.

"I said we were fine," he snarls, taking my hand and marching out. "And someone should check the maintenance record for this elevator," he adds for good measure.

By the time we reach the jewelry department, I'm hardly able to stand with laughter.

"What?" he fires at me.

"‘Someone should check the maintenance record for this elevator'?" I intone in what I think is a passable impression of Max's deep baritone. "Only you could get away with that!"

One lip twitches up.

"There are some perks to being ridiculously rich," he says.

"Like being able to say what you like and get away with it?"

Max has his back to me, apparently no longer listening. Instead he's pointing to something in a case heaving with glittering jewels, and the assistant is reaching for it.

He turns back and in his hands is a strip of glittering diamonds, finished with the most enormous teardrop ruby. Max leans into me, offering the huge jewel up to my neck and I get a lung full of his scent.

"Like being able to give this to my girlfriend," he purrs.

"I'm…" I start to say something, but then my breath is taken from my body as the heavy necklace lies over my chest like it was meant for me.

Max captures my chin in between a huge grey thumb and forefinger.

"You are mine to treat, Vikki. Because I can, and don't forget it."

His lips brush mine and once again, times flies away. I'm caught, transfixed in the moment where this huge, dominant troll wants to consume me.

And I don't know what I've done to deserve it.

A short cough brings us both back to reality.

"The Laxian ruby was rumored to have been made into a necklace by the great Count Dracula himself for his wife," the vampire assistant, all pale skin and dark hair, lisps through her fangs. "You have made a great choice, sir."

Out of all the monsters revealed when the veil lifted, vampires are the ones I struggle with the most. I understand they're harmless—ish, and they've been among humans for a long time, but even so, being this close to one makes my blood chill.

Hopefully they don't like cold blood.

"Charge it to my account," Max says as he wraps an arm around my waist. "Now, Vikki, shall we go get dinner? I don't know about you, but all this shopping has worked up my appetite."

His brilliant eyes flare with heat and my core does a little dance as he offers me his arm which I take.

"And the sooner we eat, the sooner you can get eaten," he murmurs as we head for the front doors.

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