Compilation Of Short Stories
she said, her voice husky.
He carefully packaged the single, potent bloom in a black box tied with a silk ribbon. As he handed it to her, their fingers brushed. A spark, sharp and real, jumped between them. Her wolfish eyes flashed, and he saw the faintest glimpse of the powerful creature beneath the skin.
“The effects are intense,” he warned, his thumb stroking the inside of her wrist before he let go. “And they last for hours.”
A slow, daring smile spread across her face. “Then I suppose you should be on standby. In case of an… adverse reaction.”