Bound, An Arelia LaRue Novel #1 YA Paranormal Romance
wink.
    “ Really, maybe I will take
you up on the offer.” Sabrina placed her hands on his arm and gave
it a squeeze.
    “ Okay, that’s enough,” I
said as I steered her away from the counter. “If Ms. Mae or Henri
see you…”
    “ I don’t think your friend
here likes me very much,” Ivan openly challenged me with his grey
eyes. His gruff voice was filled with contempt.
    “ I don’t know you, why
wouldn’t I like you?” I snapped back. “I’m just trying to do my
job.”
    “ Maybe you shouldn’t worry
so much and mind your own business.” Ivan clearly was hungry for a
fight, or at least an argument. For whatever reason, he had his
sights set on me.
    “ What the hell! What’s your
problem?” I didn’t do anything to this guy, and he was being a
mega-jerk. Obviously, he had issues.
    “ Is everything alright in
here girls?” Ms. Mae interrupted our little scene.
    “ Everything is fine.” I
quickly gave Sabrina a nudge prompting her to stand up
straight.
    “ Yes, just fabulous,”
Sabrina giggled in a sugary voice.
    “ Good to hear.” Ms. Mae eyed
Sabrina with suspicion. I knew that she knew what Sabrina had done,
but luckily she let it go.
    “ The food has been laid out
in the serving room, so the guests have the option of eating. There
is no formal dinner tonight. Some of them are already in the
ballroom dancing and having drinks. I need you girls to go there
and make sure that everyone is happy and to answer any questions
they may have. If you read the guides I gave you, you should now
know Darkwood’s basic history. If you don’t know the answer to a
question, find me or Henri. Some of the guests have children, so
please keep an eye on them in case they decide to wander the
property. It can be awfully frightening in the dark,” explained Ms.
Mae. I tried to take mental notes of everything she was
saying.
    “ Got it,” I
affirmed.
    “ Not a problem.” Sabrina’s
doubt filled voice was a clear give away that she hadn’t heard a
word Ms. Mae had said.
    “ I know you girls will do
great.” Ms. Mae looked upon us approvingly before she left the
kitchen.
    After she left, Sabrina turned her
attention back to Ivan. “If you want any chance with me, stop being
a jerk to my friend.” She took another drink from the tray he was
holding and carelessly tossed it back.
    Ivan didn’t say anything, but I knew
from his expression that he was doing everything in his power not
to make another snarky remark. “Sure, I’ll catch you later then,”
he directed his comment at Sabrina and refused to acknowledge
me.
    “ Yeah, for sure,” Sabrina
giggled and pulled me away. “He is so hot, isn’t he? Did you see
the size of his chest and that cleft in his chin? I usually hate
bum chins, but it makes him even hotter.”
    I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“You can’t be serious, he’s such a…”
    “ Please, you think all guys
are jerks.”
    How could I explain to her that I got
an appalling vibe from Ivan? It wasn’t your typical, jerk radar. It
was something more than that. It was something threatening and
dangerous.
    As we walked into the ballroom, the
sound of classical piano music greeted us. The room looked
spectacular with its chandeliers lit and floors polished. The
guests seemed to be having a good time mingling amongst themselves,
making small talk about where they were from and why they decided
to spend time at Darkwood. I watched as Mr. and Mrs. Dumpty slammed
down cocktail after cocktail. Mr. Dumpty caught me staring and came
up to us.
    “ So, we meet again,” he
slurred as he stared at Sabrina.
    “ Gross,” Sabrina
muttered.
    “ You’ve got to be the
prettiest thing I’ve seen in the state of Louisiana,” he continued
to stupidly speak while his eyes stayed glued to Sabrina’s pushed
up chest.
    “ You’re so sweet,” said
Sabrina. No matter how repulsive a guy was if he gave Sabrina a
compliment, she melted like ice cream. Besides, the three cocktails
she gulped

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