Free Freeing the Beast: Taming the Beast, Book 1 by Tina Donahue

hard. Her blush didn’t help, humiliating her further.
    No, she didn’t know him, nor would she. That wasn’t in either of their futures. Still, it didn’t take a psychic or a trained shrink to see he wasn’t happy. She cleared her throat, avoided his gaze and tried to comfort. “I just want you to know that we’ll do everything we can to see that you succeed at what you came here for.”
    “Yes, you will. Be ready at nine tonight.”
    Becca stopped writing his description next to the card number, all of her adjectives pornographic. She rested her fist on them. “You want an appointment tonight?”
    “I want to test out the lasting effects of the potion.”
    “We don’t have any way to measure that here. You’re a first.”
    “Lucky me.” He lost his smile. “Not here. At a restaurant.”
    Becca wasn’t following and then she was. She drew her brows together. “You want me to follow you to a restaurant and watch how you’re behaving with another woman?”
    “Not at all. I want you to be that woman.”
    His answer caught her so off guard, she sank to her chair and murmured, “Like a date?”
    “Call it a test run.” He watched her closely.
    As though he was gauging her reaction. To what? Him? Hadn’t she already passed that test when she’d been on top of his gorgeous body, worshipping his cock? “A test run.”
    “Isn’t that enough?” he asked breezily, as she had earlier.
    It wasn’t, though it might be a start. No, that was nuts. He was nothing more than a client. Once he had his new personality down pat, he’d forget her in a moment. There were too many distractions in life…blondes, brunettes, other redheads.
    Right now, he seemed to notice only her, his attention riveted.
    Becca made a mental note to ask her mom if his current behavior was a result of the potion she’d created.
    “I’ll pick you up at your place,” he said.
    Sounded good. “No.”
    Eric studied her for another long moment, then rested his forearm on his knee and leaned forward. “You’re refusing me?”
    Uh-huh. And if Becca had any sense, she’d continue to do so. Not that acting reasonably had ever been her greatest strength when it came to men. Although she’d locked her heart away when she’d dated weres, vamps and warlocks, she’d still pined for more. Hopelessly. Endlessly.
    “You can pick me up here—no, wait.” She didn’t want Heather, Constance, Zoe or the twins to know what was going on. It was bad enough when a guy dumped her. Suffering through her staff’s condolences only prolonged the agony. “I’ll meet you there. Wherever there is.”
    A slow, sexy smile spread across his face. “We could forget the restaurant and eat at my place.”
    Heat pooled in Becca’s groin, waking up her pussy, priming it for his cock.
    “That way we won’t be disturbed,” he murmured. “Just you, me and the effects of the potion.”
    Yeah, the potion. Magic. Not the real Eric. “No.”
    He made a face. “Look, I’ll be a perfect gentleman.” He smiled once more. “Within reason.”
    There wasn’t anything reasonable about this. “No. A restaurant or nothing.”
    On an exasperated sigh, he sagged in his chair. “Italian? French? Cajun? Chinese? Japanese? Come on,” he said, interrupting his list. “Help me out here. Don’t make me go through every ethnic variation. You do eat food, right? I mean, witches don’t have a special menu I’m unaware of, like lizard’s legs and howlet’s wing.”
    Shakespeare again. “Relax. I’ve been known to eat a Whopper every now and then.”
    “You certainly did.”
    Helplessly, she regarded the yummy bulge behind his fly. Bulking up by the second. No different from when she’d excited him with her mouth. “You better start measuring that.” She inclined her head in the direction of his cock. “Since you drank the potion, it seems to be getting bigger.”
    “As long as it doesn’t trip me while I walk, I’m good.”
    She ran her finger around the