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by side was like comparing cats and tigers, usually. Humans were cute – vampires, magnificent or at the very least, intimidating.
    Fay wore heeled ankle boots that made her legs look like they belonged around his shoulders, especially in the skinny jeans which covered her lean legs, emphasizing on the curve of her hips. Her soft, silky white top fell mid-thighs, under a blood red leather jacket. Her hair had new layers, and cascaded down her back in waves. She wore make-up, too: not a lot, but her plump lips were red, and her eyes, highlighted by a graceful black line.
    She was a tiger, alright.
    That was not what he’d had in mind, when he’d asked for a makeover. Her style was so diametrically opposite to the usual smart, conservative, or fashionable things Agnes valued, he didn’t believe for one second that she had a thing to do with it.
    As the personal shopper was nowhere to be seen, and Charlotte was now accompanying Fay, he could hazard a guess as to where it had all gone wrong. He glared at his sister, who blew him a kiss.
    Forcing himself to appear somewhat civilized, William turned to the mini bombshell and forced a smile.
    “How did it go?”
    The darn girl had the gall to blush. Fuck .
    His dick twitched in agreement. Yes, let’s fuck, it said quite clearly, forgetting how uncooperative it had been the last time it had found itself inside a wet pussy.
    It wanted hers. And her mouth. And darn, that fantastic ass, too.
    “Thank you for the clothes,” she replied shyly, looking down.
    Her subdued demeanor was torture. He wanted to tell her to kneel and call him sir. 
    Jess replied to his actual question, breaking his focus before he could do something he regretted – like ripping those clothes off.
    Then, he’d buy the entire outfit twenty times, to do it over and over again.
    “It was pretty good, after Charlotte scared Agnes into not trying to make Fay look ridiculous in epaulettes.”
    “And ruffles,” the girl interjected helpfully.
    Oh, hell. Ruffles? He thought they’d have passed a law against that monstrosity by now.
    “Thanks, sister.”
    “You’re welcome.” And because Charlotte couldn’t have been helpful and leave it at that, she added, “just try not to send your whore with a girl who’s prettier than her in the future.”
    An unexpected chuckle made him turned towards Fay again, surprised and perhaps a little bit irritated, too. She’d warmed up to his sister so quickly, and she still looked at him as though she expected him to pounce on her any second.
    Calm down, he told himself, biting back whatever he might have said. And get the heck out of here.
    “Going anywhere?”
    Charlotte was pointing to the small, tattered Louis Vuitton wardrobe case she ought to recognize; she’d purchased it for him somewhere around nineteen twenty, before it had become a statement.
    William didn’t bother with clothes or personal hygiene essentials – that, he could easily purchase – but no way was he going anywhere without his favorite arsenal of weapons, and all of them fit perfectly in there.
    “Yes, I’m on my way out. I’ve left you a to do list.”
    Jess immediately stood straighter, adopting a professional composure.
    “Are we back on the case?”
    “No.” Well, at least, she wasn’t. “You’re staying here on an assignment. I’ll send you a briefing.” A very short, simple briefing: take care of Fay. “Michael wants me at Court.”
    That wasn’t a lie, strictly speaking; Michael always wanted him at Court. That didn’t exactly mean that he was actually needed.
    “I’m sure he does,” his dear sister snorted with a knowing grin. “Well, gives my best to the King. Tell him he’s toast if he forgets my birthday this year.”
    William smiled and kissed his sister’s cheeks. Then, he wasn’t entirely sure what happened, but next thing he knew, his lips had just touched Fay’s forehead. He was practically bent in two to reach her.
    He froze at the sudden and powerful