Elixxir (The Brethren Series) Read Online Free
Author: Deena Remiel
telepathic, threaded connection. A promise of wanton pleasure after a bit of slow, seductive torture.
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Kemuel deemed himself worthy of an ass-kicking. His latest assignment was supposed to be a cakewalk—find the location of the flask containing the Elixxir of Life, take possession of it, and return it back to base for safe-keeping. Well, there’d be no cakewalk now. He’d be lucky to get within a thousand miles of the flask at this point.
Damn his stupidity! He should have told her he’d be away on business, but it slipped his mind, and he didn’t think she would care anyway, free spirit that she was. It was only a couple of days! But not to her. Jesus, did he ever screw up. She’d never tell him where to find the flask, let alone want to see him at this point. He would have to present a clear, logical argument for his behavior, give her lots of presents, and pour on the charm. He could do that. He was real good at charm.
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The alarm proved to be no friend come Monday morning. It wouldn’t stop buzzing. Callie picked it up and threw it clear across the room. Before hitting the far wall, it managed to nail a delicate glass figurine, smashing it into a thousand pieces.
“Well, shit.” She got up to get the dustpan and broom, and swept her mess away. She fell back against her bed and ruffled her hair. “All right, sister, you promised yourself you’d change, so here we are at Day One. Get your act together, put some decent clothes on, and paint a smile on your face. Today is the first day of the rest of your life!” She sat up and smiled a cheesy, fake smile at her reflection in the dresser mirror and got ready for work.
She saw things in a whole different light by the time she downed her coffee and ate her English muffin. After tossing her plate and mug in the sink, she did a final check of her face and hair in the foyer mirror, opened the door, and slammed straight into a wall of man.
“Whoa,” said a rich, baritone voice.
“Oh, my God! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were….” Her next words were frozen on her tongue as she identified the mammoth creature in front of her.
Kemuel.
Too stunned to move, she looked straight into his jade-colored eyes, momentarily lost in the memory of how they once made her knees turn to jelly. The memory faded quickly, and she smirked as her knees held her steady and strong. Having regained her composure, she saw a huge bouquet of flowers in his hands. Crushed flowers, now.
“Hello, Callie. I—”
Before he could say another word, she backed up and slammed the door in his face.
Leaning against it, she closed her eyes, wishing that she’d simply imagined him, and it was really the guy from the florist down the street. She turned and looked through the peephole. No such luck. Kemuel stood there, all right. What the hell is he doing here ? Maybe if I stay in here long enough, he’ll give up and go away. No, be realistic, woman. You’re gonna have to throw him out. Just do it .
Slowly, she opened the portal to Hell to find him still standing there in all of his six-foot-four, god-like glory, looking shell-shocked. She hadn’t forgotten how perfection had shined down upon him, kissing his head with pure white strands of hair, and blessed him with a muscular build meant to be scaled by her. She also hadn’t forgotten being left high and dry for months on end, either.
“Callie, I….”
“Shut up,” she said softly, venomously. “I will say this once and once only, so you’d better listen good. You have some fucking nerve showing up here after all this time with a bouquet of stinkin’ flowers. If I see you anywhere near my place or the shop, I’m gonna call the fucking police and have you fucking arrested for…for…being an asshole! Now, get the hell out of my way. I’ve gotta go to work.” She pushed past him, slammed her front door, and wished her eyes flashed real death rays.
“But…sweetheart, please, you gotta let me
***
Kemuel deemed himself worthy of an ass-kicking. His latest assignment was supposed to be a cakewalk—find the location of the flask containing the Elixxir of Life, take possession of it, and return it back to base for safe-keeping. Well, there’d be no cakewalk now. He’d be lucky to get within a thousand miles of the flask at this point.
Damn his stupidity! He should have told her he’d be away on business, but it slipped his mind, and he didn’t think she would care anyway, free spirit that she was. It was only a couple of days! But not to her. Jesus, did he ever screw up. She’d never tell him where to find the flask, let alone want to see him at this point. He would have to present a clear, logical argument for his behavior, give her lots of presents, and pour on the charm. He could do that. He was real good at charm.
***
The alarm proved to be no friend come Monday morning. It wouldn’t stop buzzing. Callie picked it up and threw it clear across the room. Before hitting the far wall, it managed to nail a delicate glass figurine, smashing it into a thousand pieces.
“Well, shit.” She got up to get the dustpan and broom, and swept her mess away. She fell back against her bed and ruffled her hair. “All right, sister, you promised yourself you’d change, so here we are at Day One. Get your act together, put some decent clothes on, and paint a smile on your face. Today is the first day of the rest of your life!” She sat up and smiled a cheesy, fake smile at her reflection in the dresser mirror and got ready for work.
She saw things in a whole different light by the time she downed her coffee and ate her English muffin. After tossing her plate and mug in the sink, she did a final check of her face and hair in the foyer mirror, opened the door, and slammed straight into a wall of man.
“Whoa,” said a rich, baritone voice.
“Oh, my God! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were….” Her next words were frozen on her tongue as she identified the mammoth creature in front of her.
Kemuel.
Too stunned to move, she looked straight into his jade-colored eyes, momentarily lost in the memory of how they once made her knees turn to jelly. The memory faded quickly, and she smirked as her knees held her steady and strong. Having regained her composure, she saw a huge bouquet of flowers in his hands. Crushed flowers, now.
“Hello, Callie. I—”
Before he could say another word, she backed up and slammed the door in his face.
Leaning against it, she closed her eyes, wishing that she’d simply imagined him, and it was really the guy from the florist down the street. She turned and looked through the peephole. No such luck. Kemuel stood there, all right. What the hell is he doing here ? Maybe if I stay in here long enough, he’ll give up and go away. No, be realistic, woman. You’re gonna have to throw him out. Just do it .
Slowly, she opened the portal to Hell to find him still standing there in all of his six-foot-four, god-like glory, looking shell-shocked. She hadn’t forgotten how perfection had shined down upon him, kissing his head with pure white strands of hair, and blessed him with a muscular build meant to be scaled by her. She also hadn’t forgotten being left high and dry for months on end, either.
“Callie, I….”
“Shut up,” she said softly, venomously. “I will say this once and once only, so you’d better listen good. You have some fucking nerve showing up here after all this time with a bouquet of stinkin’ flowers. If I see you anywhere near my place or the shop, I’m gonna call the fucking police and have you fucking arrested for…for…being an asshole! Now, get the hell out of my way. I’ve gotta go to work.” She pushed past him, slammed her front door, and wished her eyes flashed real death rays.
“But…sweetheart, please, you gotta let me
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