26. Strigoi Little Helper

Laura - Paul’s villa
I run to the window. To my surprise, Alisa is standing next to the gate under the thin canopy of a tree. She dislikes going outside on a sunny day, but here she is.
Her voice pierces inside my room. “Do you think I can’t barge inside? I have super-strength, you know?”
The poor wolf at the gate tries to make her lower the volume, but she gets even more pissed off. More curses come from her and I cover my face, ashamed from behind the curtains.
Looking down, I realize I’ve slept in the clothes I wore last night, my dress now all wrinkled up. I open up the closet and take out a bathrobe. It’s easier to put on and covers my nipples, which are swollen and visible through my dress after my wet dream.
I look at the clock. It’s 2 PM. I haven’t slept this much since I was a human. A shiver follows as I remember what I dreamt of. Shaking my head, I walk outside the room.
Without bothering to arrange my hair, I tie the bathrobe’s straps around my waist and hurry downstairs. As I push open the front door, I see Dan, who has just arrived at the gate. He looks at Alisa from top to bottom.
“Alisa,” he says.
“Dan,” she replies, returning the same scanning gaze.
“Paul is housing a strigoi, but I’m sure he isn’t planning on having an entire undead pack waltzing inside his villa.”
Alisa huffs and points toward her body. Her mini skirt and tight t-shirt fit her flawlessly.
"Just look at me, wolfy. Do you believe I'm big enough to compensate for an entire pack? I'm not even half a strigoi." Her bright eyes glitter with innocence, quite the opposite of the vulgar bitch shouting obscenities a few minutes before. "I'm merely a pup looking for comfort from her mother. Laura is my maker, and I need to know that my mummy is okay."
She flashes her eyelashes like a pro, and I hold in a chuckle as I approach the gate.
“Mummy?” I ask.
"I can't believe I said it out loud. When I'm upset, I can't keep my mouth shut."
Looking at Dan, I ask, “Am I not allowed to receive guests?”
“Paul hasn’t said anything about this. But I don't think it's a good idea to have another undead walking around the premises.”
"You may call Paul and ask, although he should be at an important meeting at this hour. As his personal assistant, I am familiar with his schedule. So go ahead and annoy him or allow her to come in."
With a defeated gaze, Dan signals with a move of his head to the guy at the gate to open up. Smiling brightly like the sun itself, Alisa strolls like a queen, moving her hips a bit too much for decency's sake.
Once inside my room, I close the door behind us and scowl at Alisa. “Why did you come? I called you precisely to tell you that I’m fine.”
"I just couldn't stop myself." She tosses her little handbag onto the bed and falls theatrically next to it. "You're surrounded by sexy men. I mean, I couldn't possibly remain at home by myself. And, gosh, girl! Why are these wolves so hot?"
I roll my eyes, but she continues anyhow.
“I think Dan could give me the night of my life. Maybe then I won’t think only about sex. Perhaps I’d even get enough.”
I laugh like a screeching beast. "You would never get enough, you greedy monster. There aren't enough men in the world to quench your appetite."
“True.” Alisa nods and smiles. “And I’m hungry too. Last night I didn't get anything to eat. For whatever reason, I craved only wolves.”
“You can hunt something or buy something from a pet shop and feed on animal blood.”
She humphs with a pained look on her face. "Even though I am immortal, I am very careful about what goes into my body. Thank you very much."
“No, you aren’t. I’ve seen your boyfriends.”
Alisa completely disregards my joke. “What have you been cooking, girl?”
I tell her everything. Well, nearly everything, since I like to keep my feelings and sweet moments with Paul as private as possible.
“So he claimed you as his mate, huh?” Alisa smirks, and the mischievousness in her gaze doesn’t promise anything good. “You two will have to have sex to seal the deal, right?”
"That was something I hadn't considered. I'm not familiar with their customs." I groan and take a seat on the bed next to Alisa. "Paul said that he would declare our bond during a pack meeting tonight. I'm not sure what it involves."
“Anyhow, you should prepare to look like a diva.” Alisa darts to the closet. “Wow, this is pretty packed up. Did you check it out?”
“No, I haven’t had the time.”
“I’ll pick one out for you. Black suits you the best. God, if I had your hair and eyes, I would wear black all day.”
The dress Alisa picked out is bold, to say the least. The deep cleavage and bare back make it impossible for me to wear a bra. Even though the gown is long to my ankles, the slit on the side goes up to my thigh, and I’m afraid it will reveal more than I want to if I increase the length of my strides.
Sighing in defeat, I sit in front of the mirror. Drawing lines on my eyelids never was my forte, but I feel it suits this attire. My hand shakes every time I do this, and instead of a line, I get a curve more similar to a heart rate monitor.
Grinning, Alisa holds me still as she wipes away my sloppy attempt and adds her own precise, perfectly symmetrical lines. She works with gentle efficiency, humming under her breath, her soft fingers tugging at the corner of my lids.
“Open,” she says. I obey and observe her leaning back, admiring her handiwork. “That will do nicely. You’re gorgeous. That wolf is going to fuck you tonight, I'm sure of it."
Alisa's gleaming grin unnerves me. Whatever she thinks she knows, she's wrong.
"Oh, please." I turn to the mirror to assess her work. "Don't project your desires onto me. And who cares what Paul thinks of me?"
Damn it! I do.