Monique gripped the pen so tightly, her knuckles turned white and her fingers grew cold.
She hated starting this new beginning the same old way — with a lie.
There’d been so many of them in the last six months. Each new start began with a new one, and every new identity came to the same abrupt end just a few weeks later. Dare she hope for a different resolution?
Maybe she could find peace here. She took a deep breath and committed the falsehood —Naomi Sanders — in ink, hoping the form got easier from there.
Gainful employment meant federal ID numbers and taxes. If the U.S. government could trace her, so could her brother, Keiran.
But a job also meant cash that she needed to blend in, and the anonymity she craved.
She slid her hand through a strand of her long, red hair,letting the ringlets wrap around her finger before pushing it back over her ear.
Can I pull this off?
It might be better if she applied for another waitress or janitor job, one that didn’t require so much brain power. She’d give anything to be able to spend her days outside like she had with her most recent foray into landscaping.
The world of high finance was a big change, and being indoors again would be hard, especially in an environment as organized as this one.The advantage: Keiran wouldn’t be expecting it.
Maybe he’d give up and leave her alone. Deep down, she knew that was a fantasy. After almost catching her two weeks ago, no doubt his determination to seize her was stronger than ever.
Her eyes fell back to the fake ID and social security card in her lap. New adventures always gave her a thrill, but this time her hands trembled. She’d used the latest alias and phony documentation in the last city and previous job. Using the same ones again would increase her brother’s chance of tracing her, but she didn’t have the American currency to make a deal with a human, nor the julues to pay Billy to get anew identity. Either she would have to find a bank willing to convert the few pink gemstones she still possessed or this assistant’s job was a necessity.
Keyboarding skills? Little to none.
A history in business? Nope, that wouldn’t get her the job,either.
She continued on through the list of qualifications,answering no or leaving the lines blank, realizing all she had left was her special, little bag of tricks.
Somehow it always came down to this. She never truly abandoned where she came from because she needed that part of her to survive here.
The door to the office opened and a tall, blonde woman dressed in a blue business suit emerged, every hair in place and not a flaw to be seen. “Miss Sanders, Mr. Elliot will seeyou now.”She almost felt sorry for the other four ladies waiting for their interview. By the time she finished with the new boss, he’d send them packing, but she didn’t have any other choice.
They were qualified. Others would hire them.
I need this more than they do.
She repeated the mantra to herself, easing her conscience as she gathered her papers and her purse and followed the other woman into the office. It was time to set aside anxiety; it wouldn’t get her what she needed.
“I’ll take your paperwork and you can have a seat.”
Monique handed off the papers as she passed by the woman, but dismissed her as irrelevant and wrote her off as if she were not in the room. She focused on her target, Daniel Elliot, but her breath caught as she took in the spacious corner office.
Two large windows overlooked the park across the street, a tell-tale sign of his success in the business world. The park looming ten stories below, a bit of nature captured between the high-rise office buildings, reminded her of the world she ran from. It was a slice of serenity amidst a chaotic city, and a dynamic illustration of the two worlds she was caught between.
A large, cherry desk with no clutter sat near one window. Other than a tray full of files in the left corner, only a computer monitor sat on the polished surface. In front of it were three reddish-brown leather chairs with cherry end tables separating them.
Both her father and brother used to say “focus on your strengths and downplay your weaknesses,” and that’s what needed to be done. Her best assets were physical: long legs, a small waist, and breasts that would always turn a man’s head, especially when she unbuttoned the top two buttons and wore a push up bra. Five-nine before slipping on the three-inch black heels, she towered over most women. The shoes matched a very short skirt and sleek-fitting jacket.
She shifted her weight, started across the room and focused on Daniel. Sitting behind the desk, his head wasburied in a file. All she could see was his jet-black hair. Bone-straight, it framed his face and brushed his shoulders with just enough gray at the temples to raise her pulse.Then he looked up.
Gray eyes met hers from behind black-rimmed glasses. Her heart lurched in her chest. Charming him would be a pleasure.
Holding his gaze, she set her shoulders back enough that his eyes would drop lower, and closed the distance between them.
She offered her hand across the desk and tipped her head, letting her hair fall across her right shoulder. When his large hand enveloped hers, she smiled and cast an enchantment spell. “Mr. Elliot, I’m Naomi Sanders.”
She waited for the familiar haze to cloud his eyes, a sure sign he was under her control.
He accepted her hand, cradled it in his for a brief moment before turning his attention to his assistant who handed him her paperwork.
No haze. He didn’t move toward her with an infatuated grin, just went about his business.
A sharp pain seized her heart, radiating through her chest. What could have gonewrong? Casting an enchantment spell was second nature. She’d been using them to get what she wanted since seeking refuge among the humans.
As she lowered herself into one of the chairs, her mind grappled with what had gone wrong, and her body slipped into the familiar: teasing the man in front of her. She crossed her long legs, and let her skirt slide up her thigh.
Unaffected, Daniel read her file as he walked around his desk and leaned back against it. After a moment, he looked up and asked, “Why did you leave your last job?”
She shifted her weight in the chair, uncrossing her long legs and crossing them again in the opposite direction. He didn’t appear moved at all by her physical appearance, but even with her worries Monique couldn’t ignore him or the way his dark, tailored suit accented his long, lean body.
A smile crossed his thin lips, but not for the reason she wanted. He hadn’t even noticed her legs. Contact hadn’t been broken by his crisp, clear eyes. The grin turned to a light chuckle. “If that question is too hard, Miss Sanders, maybe we’re both wasting our time.”
Her cheeks flushed and she knew they were reddening with embarrassment. Worried they clashed with her hair, she tried to swallow the blush. If winning this job the old fashioned way wasn’t going to work, then she wasn’t going to get it.
Still, she had to say something.
Fear knotted her stomach as she stammered, “It’s not too hard, Mr. Elliot. I needed a new start, so I moved.”
“From the locations of your last three jobs — Los Angeles, Pittsburgh, and Boston — it seems like you’ve needed a few new starts. Now, it’s Elgin, Illinois. Some would say moving across country when you don’t have a job lined up is a very stupid thing to do.”
A glint in his eyes that told her he didn’t agree with that statement. She followed that instinct and moved forward, hoping to salvage things. “I’m not worried. If I don’t get this job, I’ll find another.”
If he was immune to her spells, was she also transparent to him? Did he know she was lying? Could he see just how desperate she was? Her fears raced through her head ,breaking her concentration.
“I would say you’re brave and a go-getter.”
Wait. Those were positive attributes. Right?
He tapped the pen on the edge of his desk, studying her file. “On the other hand, I’m worried wanderlust might strike again. The reason there is an opening at all is because Renee’snew husband’s job is taking them both out of state. I don’t want to have to go through a search like this again in six months when you decide you need another change.”
She’d be lucky if she was still here in six weeks, but she couldn’t tell Daniel that. The fact she had to tell him anything at all annoyed her. Her prowess and powers should have had this job cinched by now. He should be sending the other girls home and inviting her to lunch.
But she couldn’t let her frustration derail her. This job was too important to her survival to let it slip away. She dug deep, reached out and touched his knee so she could cast the spell again. Smiling in his direction, she said, “If you give me the chance, I won’t disappoint you.”
He shifted to his right and let her hand slip away as his eyes returned to the file. His lower lip curled between his teeth as he studied her application, not dissuaded from the task at hand. He didn’t even seem to recognize the subtle inflection in her voice.
Instead, he was going on and on with legitimate questions about her employment history and her knowledge of the business world. Could she work weekends if asked? Was she familiar with the software their computers used? Did she have experience with multi-line phones? Did she consider herself a people person?
Some she answered honestly. Others she flubbed her way through, making up the best answers she could. Unfortunately, thinking on her feet was not what she considered a strong suit and she was having a hard time deciphering how Daniel was reacting to her. It just wasn’t happening the way she’d hoped.
Her toe tapped against the floor, but deep inside her heart quivered. His cool, detached attitude challenged her, but if she didn’t impress with this interview, she’d never get the chance to know if she’d overcome his immunity to her.
“Well, thank you for coming in, Naomi. I have a few other women to interview, but I need to make a decision soon.You’ll be hearing from me either way.”
It was over. For the first time since leaving her own world and stepping into the humans’, she’d failed. She hadn’t charmed Daniel and she wouldn’t be getting this desperately needed job.
Stepping into the small elevator, she watched the metal doors close and asked her mirrored reflection what’d gone wrong.
Humans weren’t immune to her power — their power— it just didn’t happen. Did it?
Keiran considered all humans the enemy and he knew his enemy well. He would know what was going on here, but, since they weren’t even on speaking terms, she couldn’t ask. He’d be more concerned with getting her far away from them and back home than teaching her more about their ways.
She wasn’t willing to surrender to him. And she wasn’t going home.
Of all times for her powers to fail! And it wasn’t just about how much she needed the job. As important as it was, her desire to see Daniel again burned inside her and it went so much deeper than his grey eyes and lean frame. Deeper than his delightful smile.
For some reason, his immunity to her spells and wiles intrigued her. She hungered for what lingered just out of reach like some forbidden fruit.Without the job, she’d never see him again and the fact he appeared to be spell-proof would no longer be significant.
But what if it was a failing with her instead of a resistance in him? In some ways, the thought made sense. It also terrified her.
She’d always survived here by keeping humans,especially the men, on puppet strings that she controlled. If she had to deal with them on a level playing field, she was doomed.
Without this job, she was more vulnerable to her brother and Eero. Would Daniel Elliot, with his charm and good looks, be the one to end her earthly romp and cause her to go home?
Damn it! Didn’t he know he was supposed to find her irresistible? After all, she was a fairy.
This was a great read. I very quickly got drawn into the world of Fairies. From the first sentence the story moved very quickly -- The Book Maven.
Re-released May 22, 2015
After her parents' death and an unwanted proposal, fairy Monique seeks refuge in the human world. Her brother has warned her of the dangers, but she believes hiding will be a breeze. She can control any human with a flirtatious smile and an attraction spell. Until she meets Daniel Elliot, the only human who's immune to both.
Can Monique's brother find her and bring her home before she falls victim to whoever is killing fairies on the human world?
Will the reason Daniel's fairyproof be too much for them to overcome?
The Realm's Salvation, Book 1