Bewitching the Werewolf Page 3

  Chapter 4

  Actually that wasn’t entirely true. Yes, I did stand around for a moment or two wondering if I should do what he wanted, or even worse call to apologize. But then I realized that doing what I was told would be totally out of character.

  So I did a little glamour spell to ensure that no one would be able to see me at the party. The place was hopping and I had a moment of chagrin. If I had just given the man a damned pill I could be here right now, on his arm—like candy, probably of the penny variety— but at least I would be able to ogle and hold onto him. Hear his jokes or listen to him talk about business, but instead I was incognito.

  I paused next to the buffet table while I looked around the room. Why did I care about what had happened? Why did I want to hang onto Zack? He was just a job. And the job was terrible. Find hot guy his mate even though I had a crush on him.

  Already. So pathetic.

  That’s why I’d behaved like a new little witch and tried to take away his headache magically. I had wanted to impress him…and touch him. And see how our energies combined.

  Stupid.

  I saw Zack across the room talking to an elderly couple, champagne glass in hand. I meandered over, listening in on the conversation, “They think they’re only going to be giving a 5% yield but their last three projects have had a return of over 20%. We’d be stupid not to invest in it.”

  Voice sexy, words boring.

  Then the couple walked away and Zack set off, cutting through the people to the other side of the room. I followed him, feeling a bit let down when he stopped before his mother. I’d thought something exciting was going to happen, like I could follow him into the men’s room or something.

  “She’s here.”

  His mother’s eyes widened, “You’re sure?” She began looking around the room, almost frantically.

  “I’m positive.”

  My heart started pounding and my palms started to sweat. Btw, those are two things that mess with magic. Excitement and fear can really mess with a spell. I decided to get out of there fast, worried my magic would fail and I’d be caught with my glamour down.

  As it was, I could deny it tomorrow. Sure, he thought I was here, but he couldn’t actually see me. I’d just tell him I had stayed in the room like a docile dachshund.

  I followed a handsome man out the door and turned to the right, walking back to my hotel feeling unaccountably bereft. He’d been really irritated that I was there. I feared that maybe I should just quit now and go back to New York.