Saving Grace

Chapter 6

Some people are just born for the silver screen.

How come they'd never done this before? It was the most awesome idea ever. Falling asleep in Nate's arms had been great too, but his surprise... she loved him for it.

Grace couldn't hold back a grin. A tight, black pencil skirt with a deep cut at the back and a white shirt hugged her figure. Her high, red platform heels clicked on the tiles as she walked between rows of cubicles. Men peeked from behind the walls to watch her swaying hips.

She clutched the briefcase tighter, rearranged her glasses, and continued to the wooden door at the end of the hall. Her hair was caught up in a high ponytail; she wore blood-red lipstick and smoky eyeshadow. She'd never thought going undercover as a human could be this much fun.

Once Grace reached the door, the model-thin secretary stood from behind her desk and trotted around it to block the door.

"Do you have an appointment?" Pink bubblegum popped between her lips.

"Of course," Grace replied, her voice all honey. She sidestepped the secretary and entered the office without knocking.

The man inside was on the phone. He raised his eyes, surveyed Grace for a second, then excused himself and hung up. His pheromone levels shot through the roof bringing a smell of over-ripe peaches, and Grace fought the impulse to step back. Ugh!

"How may I help you?" His eyes twinkled with lust as he joined his fingers on the tabletop.

Showtime! "Oh, no." Grace dropped the briefcase on a nearby leather couch. "I'm here to help you."

The man leered at her and stood. "Let's see what you can do, my dear."

"Sit!"

Her voice cracked like a whip in the silent room. The man blinked, but obeyed the order. Grace walked to the desk and sat on the corner of it, her arms crossed over her chest. He was a weak human. She already had him under her control just by snapping at him. Angel powers ruled.

"You're the one who will be doing things. Like getting rid of your slutty secretary. Maybe even stop cheating on your wife with everything that moves. Though, I'm more concerned about something else at this particular moment."

"Who are you? Who sent you? " The man started to stand.

Grace fixed him with her stare and grabbed hold of his mind. "Sit!"

He froze halfway up, watching her warily, before easing himself back into his leather chair.

Grace suppressed an amused smile. Humans were so much fun. "I'm here about the business transaction you're about to make. Or, should I say the one you're trying to mess up? Robbing your partner and life-long friend?"

The man's eyes widened. She could feel his natural instinct to deny it, but she didn't let him. "How do you know about that? Who are you?"

"That is of little importance." She leaned in closer to him. "Why are you doing it? For the money? You're a rich man with a beautiful family. You were lucky to find a decent woman who turns a blind eye to all your affairs. Oh, yes, Karen knows."

"How-how do you-" Something growled inside the man. Grace kept her hold on him, daring the monster to come out and challenge her for control over him. The man's words were lost in a whimper. His jaw started shaking and he wrung his hands in his lap.

"She knows, but chooses to ignore it, as long as you're good to her. And you are. Whether it's out of guilt, love or commodity, it's not important." Grace locked her gray eyes on the man's brown ones. She could feel the Negru inside him squirming. She accessed his guilt center and pushed it to the surface.