Chapter 1: Scene 2
I woke in the morning to a large, dog-like tongue lapping at my face. “Ugh! What the hell?” I opened my eyes to come face to face with brilliant green eyes and red fur. “Frederick! When I said you could sleep on the bed like a dog, I didn’t mean you could act like one waking me up with your slobbery, disgusting dog mouth!” I shoved his head away, sitting up and wiping my face on my shoulder.
Frederick jumped off the bed, and his body started shifting back to a human form. He was laughing as he straightened, the wolf fur being the last thing to recede to leave his body covered in a dusting of fuzz all over his body. I hadn’t realized his human clothes hadn’t come with the transformation and covered my face with the blanket when I realized he wore nothing more than a pair of black boxer briefs.
“What? You’ve never seen a guy in his underwear before?” he asked.
I didn’t have to see his face to hear the smirk in his voice. “No, I haven’t, and what’s it matter anyway? It’s inappropriate so just put some clothes on so I can come out of the blankets.”
“Why? Doesn’t my mostly-naked body excite you?” I felt the bed shift as he climbed onto the bed, and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as he tugged on the blankets covering me. “Come on, Val. Come out of there.”
“No.” I let my body fall backward so I could pin the blankets underneath me, shutting my eyes tightly. “Please, just get dressed.”
The bed shifted again, but this time I could feel it as he moved away from me. “You’re such a child, Val,” he said with a chuckle. “Relax, I’m not going to take advantage of you.” I heard the closet door slide, the shuffling of clothing, and he said, “All right, I’m dressed.”
Lowering the blankets, I shot him with a glare. What he wore wasn’t much better than what he hadn’t been wearing. The jeans were tight in all the right places, and the black plaid shirt he wore only made his hair flame that much brighter. It didn’t help that he had the first two buttons open, and there was chest hair peeking through. Swallowing, I threw the blankets aside and got to my feet.
“So, what are we doing today?” I asked as I pulled my hair back. “Just getting my clothes?”
“We also need to pack up anything we won’t have at the next house: clothes, pillows, any perishable food, and some of the canned food.” Frederick opened the bedroom door, motioning for me to step out first.
I stepped out of the room, thinking about what I would need from my place. “We probably have a lot of food at my place too if we need it.”
“Sounds like you’re proving to be helpful already,” Frederick teased, winking at me. “All right, what do you want for breakfast?” he asked, walking behind me as we headed down the stairs.
Everyone except Sam was gathered in the living room. “Can I have pancakes, Freddy?” Malachai called out as Frederick led me toward the east wall and through another door.
“Anyone else?” Frederick asked, poking his head back into the living room.
“Oh! Me too!” Alec said. “Jack will eat too, but you know he won’t say anything.”
I shook my head. “So, you’re like the cook of the group?”
“Yep,” he pulled down an apron then tossed another toward me, “and you get to help.”
“Oh.” I stared at the apron in my hands, deciding this thing looked more like a kinky French maid’s costume than an apron used for cooking. “Well, I think I can handle that.”
While Frederick and I were busy in the kitchen, the guys began filing into the dining room. I could hear a lot of laughing and banging around, and there was a loud thump that made me jump and nearly burn my head.
“Hey, careful in there!” Frederick shouted. “We’re trying to cook!”
“The dog is cooking breakfast again?” Sam asked as he breezed in. I glanced at Frederick, but he didn’t even seem to take notice of Sam’s obvious insult.
“Of course, he is,” Alec said. “He’s the best in the house.”
“You’d know that if you ate food,” Malachai added, and I glanced back in time to see him ducking as Sam swiped at him.
“Come on, we better get this food out there before they start eating each other,” Frederick said with a grin. He rolled his eyes. “Not that some of them wouldn’t try.”
I helped him bring out the food, and there was actually silence as the guys dug in. I sat at the end of the table near Jackson who seemed more interested in picking at his food than actually eating it. Sam sat at the head of the table, arms crossed over his chest and watching me. He seemed like the leader of the group from the way everyone seemed to be waiting for him to say something.
“Dog, are you taking Valora to her house to pack her things later?” he asked, turning his head to look at Frederick instead.
“Yep, I’ve already arranged it with Val, boss.” Yet again, Frederick seemed unconcerned with the obviously-insulting nickname. I’d have to ask him about it later. “She says there’s food in the house that we can take along too.”
“Good, that will help considering how much Alec enjoys eating and how much Jack prefers to deconstruct his food,” Sam said with a nod.
The shy, short guy jumped when Sam mentioned him, blushed, then took a small bite of food. His thin, wiry appearance was obviously a sign that he wasn’t eating like he was supposed to. Frederick stood up from the table and began collecting empty plates, and I stood to help him. When that was done, he walked back over to the others.
“I’m going to take Val to get her things now. Jack, eat your food. We all know you’re a fairy, but you don’t need to have the figure of a girl one,” Frederick said.
Jack’s cheeks flushed scarlet, and Alec scowled at Frederick. “Knock it off,” Sam said as Alec opened his mouth. “We all know how much the dog enjoys joking around, and we don’t have time for childish antics today. Go on before I let Alec light your ass on fire.”
Frederick chuckled, walking out of the room with me close behind him.
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