Dream. No other explanation.
He fully opened his eyes.
Nope. Still there.
The dream woman stopped. Blinked. Then smiled.
“Hello, Archer.”
He frowned as he pushed himself up, swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. He towered over the small woman.
Her gaze widened. “Why did you get up?”
Too real. Everything about this felt real.
“Who are you?” He slept in the nude, and he and his damned erection faced her.
“I’m Lilin.” She tried to touch him, but he caught her wrist.
She moved close enough that her body heat burned into him, her bare breasts brushing his chest. The lower half of him was saying, “What are you waiting for?” But at the same time he was grinding his teeth.
This Lilin was gorgeous - long silvery-blonde hair and silver eyes glittering in the moonlight. Her scent was like a rain-washed spring night.
He hardened his grip. “I don’t know what you want, lady,” he growled, “but you’d better get your little ass out.”
She gave a seductive smile. “I want you.”
Even though his body was shouting otherwise, Archer said, “I don’t do strange women. And I sure don’t know you.”
Lilin’s lips curved into a wicked smile. “You will, Archer Dane.”
She vanished.
He let his now empty hands drop away.
Lilin frowned as she sat on the bank of the River of Life in the moonlight. She wrapped her arms around her knees and held them close.
The human had rejected her. Rejected her!
She had wanted a challenge and apparently Archer was it. She would make good on her promise and the male would come to know her. Then she would bed him and drain him of his soul.
No one refused her.
Lilin rose, spread her wings, and flew. She enjoyed the sense of freedom that accompanied flight. As an air Succubus, she drank in the growing wind like an elixir.
Soon it would be daylight in Archer’s world.
Soon she would begin her seduction.
Two
Archer Dane gripped a set of architectural plans as he strode into Dane Construction’s headquarters and headed towards his office. When he reached his office door, Archer paused to speak to his assistant.
He almost dropped the plans he was carrying and he was certain his jaw fell to the floor.
The woman from last night’s dream sat in Cammie’s seat. The nameplate now read: lilin night.
Lilin. From last night.