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figured it out.
    “Just please, trust me on this one.”
    Angelle rolled her eyes.   “Fine, but when it all blows up in your face
just remember I told you so.”   And in a
flash, she was gone.
    Mitchell sat down resting his head in his
hands.   She has p ower, he thought, the confirmation making him feel sick.   He had hoped that for her sake he had been
wrong.   The bond had always only been
between vampires and humans.   But God
only knows what a bond between a vampire and someone…someone like Amelia could
unleash.   An overwhelming rush of doubt
suddenly passed through him.   What if it
was a mistake to bring her here?   Ever
since the curse, his race had never seen eye to eye with hers.   What if being soulmates wasn’t enough?
    A soft sneeze floated through the air, and
a familiar scent, the sweet floral fragrance of her blood filled his nose.   Amelia.   She was here, but how?   He hadn’t called her soul to him.  
    Mitchell followed the mouth-watering
scent.   It was intoxicating, filling his
mind and body.   As he moved along the
hallway, the pull become more insistent and his heart hammered in his chest with
anticipation.  
    When his eyes found her, perching on a
chair, his heart stopped beating for just a moment.   She was perfection.   Everything from her small frame, to her
unruly curls was flawless and she was his.

CHAPTER 5

 
 
    When she opened her eyes, Amelia found
herself in an office.   The sun glittered
in through the windows and gently warmed her face.   She brought her hand up to her eyes to block
the glare.   As her eyes adjusted, she
noticed what a mess the room was.   Papers
and files scattered everywhere, on the floor, on the table, across the desk.
    Even though it was a new location, she had
still expected to see Mitchell sitting at the big oak desk.   But she was alone.
    The smell of leather, mixed with Mitchell’s
sweet, tangy scent, tickled her nose and she sneezed.
    Off to one corner were two big leather
chairs and a small oval table.   Amelia
padded her way over, deciding to sit while she waited.   There was a newspaper beside the chair on the
table and she was just about to pick it up when she noticed a slight movement
out of the corner of her eye.
    She looked up to find Mitchell standing in
the doorway.   Little butterflies flew
happily around her stomach as she took him in.   His sweet smile sent sparks and chills racing through her body.
    “Hello, love,” he said, in a deep, sexy
English accent.   “I didn’t expect to see
you so early.”
    Amelia could feel herself getting lost in
his soft, dreamy, sky blue eyes.   Her
face felt hot and her heart fluttered erratically in her chest.
    His soft chuckle snapped her back to
reality.   “Hey Mitch,” she said, hoping
she sounded cool and calm.   “What’s with
the suit and the office?”
    Mitchell strolled across the room,
loosening his gray and pink striped tie on the way and taking off his
jacket.   An involuntary sigh slipped from
her lips as she admired his strong jaw and cheekbones.
    “This is where I work,” he smirked.
    “Huh…” she breathed.   Work?   She didn’t remember that ever coming up in
the dreams before.   But she decided it
made sense.   He was supposed to be a
creation of her imagination and this was definitely the kind of office she
would want her dream guy to have.   Top floor, corner office.   It showed he was important.
    Mitchell scooped her up in his arms and sat
down with her on his lap.   She snuggled
in closer, resting her head against his lithe chest, loving the feeling of his
strong, chiseled arms around her.   Mitchell tilted her chin up and their eyes met.
    And then, suddenly, he kissed her.
    His lips were soft at first, warm and moist
and tasted sweet.   He kissed her chastely
for a second.   But in no time, the kiss
became urgent, demanding and a surge of passion ripped through her.   He buried his hands in the thick of her hair,
pulling her