Dark Enchantment (Elvis Presley Story)

Chapter 12

Elvis schooled his features while pushing down a flicker of anger. Okay, Not so easy. She had been shielding herself from him. A habit he needed to break her of. Still, after her comments in the classroom earlier he'd been expecting this line of questioning. And was prepared. "Something else, such as?"

"You tell me."

He tipped her chin up and gave her a look that would melt steel. "You must be able to tell how I feel about you, Sophia."

"Elvis. Weren't you listening to my lecture? I'm perfectly aware demons don't have feelings, other than the basest sort. Lust and anger are the extent of your repertoire. So don't try to fool me. If you've caught me in some type of trap, at least have the decency to warn me what coming."

For a split second he actually considered her request, then quickly banished the heretical thought. What the hell was that about?

As fate would have it, he was spared a response. A woman with thick, black-framed glasses hurried into Sophia's office.

"Miss Jones," She said agitatedly. "I need to talk with you urgently."

Sophia let out a breath and Elvis could see her jaw muscles work. "What is it, Marta?"

The woman glanced pointedly at him. "Privately."

He took his cue. "I'll step outside for a moment."

He did so and closed the door behind him. Huwa walked over, and stood beside him. "Horrible woman. I wish I could permanently ban her from this room. Sophia's always in a foul mood after she leaves."

"Really?" Elvis said, leaning his back against the cold wall opposite him. "Why is that Huwa?"

"Running feud with another, Dr. Cornell. Claims he is harassing her. Cornell claims she is trying to get him fired."

"Is she?"

The guardian shuddered again and closed his eyes, apparently already bored with the conversation. "Bitch," was all he said.

A few minutes later the door burst open and Marta marched out past Elvis without so much as a glance. He strolled back into Sophia's office and found her clutching her head as if it were about to explode.

He came around and sat on the edge of the desk beside her, running his knuckles down her cheek. "Anything I can do?"

She groaned. "That woman seriously needs to get laid. Want to volunteer?"

"No, thanks." He laughed, kissing the top of Sophia's head. "What about her nemesis, Dr. Cornell?"

"A match made in heaven," She muttered. "Too bad neither of them can see it."

Well, he couldn't make promises for heaven, but he could clearly read Sophia's thoughts, and they were less than angelic concerning the troublesome pair. He felt a job coming on. Excellent.

Running his hand through her hair, he compelled her face up and put his lips to hers. "Forget about them, honey." He murmured. "Think about this instead."

Then he kissed her. Long, hard, wet, and wickedly, arousingly sinful. And when he finally removed his mouth from hers, he could sense the only thought she had in her head, the only craving she had in her body, was for him.

Which was exactly how he planned it.

What he hadn't planned on, however, was that the same was true for him.

And when he came to that realisation, it was just about the scariest moment of his life.

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Despite that incredible kiss, Elvis still hadn't been able to talk Sophia into going back to his suite. In fact, she'd chucked him out of her office. She'd seemed upset. Though, for the life of him he couldn't figure out why.

He was the one who should be upset. This whole possession was getting out of hand.

Sure, the first part of his plan had gone well. He'd talked himself into her bed easily enough. And he'd made good progress on his assigned vengeance task, after leaving the Department he'd arranged that the uptight Marta would run into Dr. Cornell-literally-tonight with enough drinks in them they might end up in the back of the good doctors car. What happened after that should prove entertaining. And should disrupt their little feud badly enough that one of them would leave in disgrace, fulfilling all Sophia's wishes.

Bur despite his successes, Elvis was unnerved.

Why?

Because for the past three hours he'd been wandering around aimlessly thinking of nothing but Sophia. He was becoming obsessed with her.

Obsessed! In all his stints to the mortal realm Elvis had never become obsessed with a human he was working a possession on.

Or anyone else, for that matter. The hell, Sophia was supposed to become obsessed with him-or at least with what he was doing to her. Certainly not the other way round.

The situation was unsettling. And unacceptable.

But what was he going to to do about it?

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