Free Taming the Night (Creatures of the Night Book 1) by Tisha Wilson Page A

his will power to turn her down. He saw himself in his mind kneeling before her and pulling those skimpy little thongs down her thighs and over her calves. He could almost taste her moistness on his tongue.
    Her voice brought him back from his day dream. “We don’t have any invisible men among us. At least not that I know of, and we defiantly don’t have a billionaire’s bank roll.”
    “Who does? So you do this job with this secret organization… for free?”
    “Well not for free, but not really for enough to support the kind of life we have to live. We have to be careful about our money. It’s the only way we stay under the radar and sometimes, when things get out of hand, we have to be able to grease some palms.”
    “You mean when people find out about you?”
    “No. Not then. We have other measures for that.”
    He paused to consider that. “ When someone finds out the truth about you… You kill them?”
    She grinned and shook her head, her long hair cascading around her. Why did she have to leave that long lovely hair loose and wet? He forced himself to focus. “We’re not the mafia. There are other ways to help someone forget.”
    He sat back and watched her. “Did you give me something that made me think it was all a dream,” he asked, the missing pieces finally coming together.
    She shrugged. He made the next leap in his mind.
    “Why are you telling me all of this then?”
    “Because , mon amor. You won’t be leaving this room with your memory. You won’t remember anything at all about the last few months I’m sure. Probably no big loss to you since you don’t do anything but patrol dark back roads in the middle of the night, every night of your life. Believe me. I know how repetitious that becomes. One night just runs into the next and into the next.”
    He laughed out loud. “You’re right. I was bored out of my mind before you came along.”
    “It’ll be like nothing ever happened. They’ll tell you you were in an accident and you’ll believe it.”
    He nodded. That made sense. If people could remember it would be all over the news by now. “So are you like Men in Black? You have a flashy thing?”
    “You watch too much TV,” she said as she sat forward grinning. He felt himself tense involuntarily, expecting her to pull one of the flashy mind eraser things out any way.
    “No. I’m going to inject you with a big ole needle after I knock you out.”
    “Knock me out? What, like you’ll hit me in the face cause I don’t think my face can take much more.”
    Again there was laughter. “No. The brachial nerve.”
    He knew that he should be afraid but at this point… to be able to forget everything would nearly be a relief. There was nothing he could do to stop her either. That just made him feel a little ticked. “Would it make a difference if I told you I’d kind of like to remember?”
    “None whatsoever. You remembering will serve no purpose in the long run. It would only leave a loose end. The kind of loose end that we don’t need.”
    He shook his head. “So it comes down to you just doing your job?”
    “Yep. Besides. I wouldn’t want anyone thinking they’ve fallen madly in love with me and following me around like a puppy. Clearly that’s not going to be a problem with you , but there are men who find me attractive. I’d rather they forget.”
    He rolled his eyes. “I didn’t say you weren’t attractive. I just said that I didn’t want to be distracted. The only reason that you wanted to have me is because you wanted me to stop thinking about those things out there.”
    It was her turn to roll her eyes. “Yes. I opened the door in a thong because I wanted to distract you from the fact that there are big hairy creatures out there in the forest. It couldn’t be for any other reason.”
    He shook his head. “Don’t do that.”
    “Do what?” she asked exasperatedly.
    “Don’t try to play me. It doesn’t sit well on you. If I hadn’t figured you out by