The Geek Job

The Geek Job

by

Eve Langlais

Copyright © April 2011, Eve Langlais Cover Art by Victoria Miller © April 2011

Edited by Victoria Miller

Produced in Canada

Published by Eve Langlais

Suite 126 — 2377 Hwy #2 Unit 120

Bowmanville ON, L1C 5E2

www.EveLanglais.com

ISBN: 978-0-9869154-0-6

The Geek Job
is a work of fiction and the characters, events and dialogue found within the story are of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, either living or deceased, is completely coincidental.

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Blurb

Protect the geek, that‘s the job she‘s been hired for, but little did this werewolf expect to fall for a man of science.

As a werewolf who hires out as a bodyguard, Lexie is paid well to perform dangerous jobs that sometimes involve taking off her clothes. When she takes on the protection of a science geek for a vampire clan, she doesn‘t expect her temporary girlfriend status to come with lots of pleasure. But a geeky human who pushes all her right buttons—and plays her body oh so right—

isn‘t reason enough for her to break the rules and fall in love.

Everything changes after an incident in the lab, but before she can decide if it‘s safe to give him her heart, she has to help him survive.

―I don‘t work the evening of or morning after a full moon.‖ She began the negotiations with an aloof smile, casually seated in a leather covered club chair, her steel toed boots propped on top of a marble topped desk.

The dark haired vampire with full sensual lips and dark eyes—handsome if she could ignore his walking corpse status—touched his fingertips together to form a steeple and leaned back in his chair. ―The job I have in mind will be occurring this coming weekend, so that won‘t be an issue.

What else?‖

Lexie couldn‘t hold back a cocky grin as she recited her list of demands. ―I work alone.

While you can have other guards discreetly stationed, they are not to approach me or interfere with my target. You will provide a cleanup crew for any messes that occur during my protection of the target. In the case I‘m injured while protecting my assignment, you will ensure I receive immediate and first class medical care. I will study the file and provide an additional list of requirements, at your expense of course. As for my fees, it‘ll cost you fifteen thousand for the weekend, consisting of no more than seventy two hours. That number could go up if the subject proves difficult. I expect to see the full amount deposited to my Paypal account no later than eight a.m. the day I begin the task. Oh, and I also want four, front row tickets to the next UFC match in Vegas.‖ She threw that last bit in just for fun.

The vampire arched a brow. ―You think highly of yourself, don‘t you?‖

She leaned forward and her leather jacket gaped open to flash the cleavage clearly visible through the gaping neckline of her tank top, a calculated ploy that grabbed her prospective employer‘s attention.
Dead or not, al men are the
same.
―For what you‘re asking, I think you‘re getting my services cheap. I mean, guarding some science dweeb is all well and good, but to pretend to be some normal human ditz and shack up with him as his girlfriend, which I might add will require me putting out… Damn, given what a high class call girl goes for these days, I should be asking for more.‖

Frederick Thibodeaux, the vampire who‘d called her in for the job interview, gave her a pained look. ―You‘d better be worth what you‘re asking for, Lexington. Do you know how many strings I‘m going to have to pull to get those tickets?‖

Lexington, who preferred to go by her nickname Lexie, smirked. ―That‘s the price you pay if you want to engage my golden pussy and talent. So do we have a deal?‖ She‘d worked with Frederick before and knew he‘d cave to her demands. He just liked to beat around the bush and fake hardship before he sealed the deal.

―Let‘s make sure you‘ve got the details of the job straight. You are to befriend the good doctor as he arrives for the conference. In other words, finagle your way back to his room. Once you‘ve got him pussy whipped, you are to stay glued by his side the entire length of the conference, doing whatever you need to keep him happy and oblivious. I want him returned without any holes or scratches he didn‘t own already. Your task ends once he gets into the limo for the airport, taking him back to my property and his lab.‖

―Wouldn‘t this whole task be easier if you told him what we were, thus allowing us to guard him openly?‖ Lexie didn‘t have a problem with the fact she needed to sleep with the guy. The nerdy types tended to work harder for it in bed, and not take as long doing it. However, she found it hard to bend her mind around the fact Frederick had a geek working on a solution to the vampire sun allergy issue without letting the nerdazoid know vampires were involved. How the hell was that supposed to work? Not that she cared, but curiosity made her ask.

Frederick made a moue of annoyance.

―Unfortunately, our resident scientist has proven skittish in the past. We let our secret slip by accident once before with almost catastrophic consequences.‖

Lexie snorted. ―He caught one of you guys munching on someone, didn‘t he?‖

Frederick smiled coldly. ―We don‘t take kindly to trespassers. Unfortunately, given the bloody methods we use to set an example, our scientist had a minor gibbering meltdown when he came across it during one of his nocturnal walks, walks that I might add we‘ve since banned. We managed to wipe that unfortunate incident, but as you well know, too much messing around in a humans brain, and…poof. He‘ll end up a vegetable. And given how close he is to solving our dilemma, his remarkable brain must be protected at all cost.‖

―So why even let him go to that conference? Can‘t you just like forbid him or something as his boss?‖

―We‘ve tried to dissuade him; however, because of some scientific paper he wrote, he was asked to act as a speaker. Some great honor apparently. He was quite adamant about attending.‖

Lexie stopped attempting to dissuade her employer. She rather looked forward to the assignment even if she had to put up with a few minutes of groping and grunting. Besides, she needed a vacation and what better time or place than at a five star hotel with free food, money and the UFC tickets she coveted. ―What kind of opposition can I expect?‖

―The usual—rival clans looking to steal him, even more so since an ex-employee leaked secrets about his work. The Fae also want to eliminate him because they fear us embracing the day, and then there are the assassins, like yourself, who have probably been offered a bounty to capture him, dead or alive.‖

Lexie whistled. ―Sounds like fun.‖ And she wouldn‘t mind the exercise to her skills.

―Now, while I‘m working as his shadow, I am going to assume you‘ll have men stationed throughout the conference area scanning for suspects.‖

―Correct. You won‘t see them, but they‘ll see you.‖ The leer on the vampire‘s face made her roll her eyes.

―If he‘s as geeky as you say, then they won‘t see much because I doubt it will take more than a minute to please your little scientist and put him to sleep. And besides, you seem to forget, nudity is my preferred state.‖ Werewolves scoffed the hang ups other beings held about the naked body. Given how the change tore through anything they wore, many shifters preferred to wear little to no clothing and didn‘t care who saw them in their natural state.

―So we‘re agreed then?‖ Frederick asked as he stood.

Lexie also got to her feet and held out her hand. ―Consider me your geek‘s new girlfriend.‖

They shook and sealed the deal.

Time to pack.

She left the vampire‘s mansion with a folder tucked into her knapsack, additional information on her target. She straddled her sport bike and put on her helmet, not because she feared injuring herself, but because human cops could be dicks about their stupid laws.

The half-moon teased her in the sky and made her inner wolf rumble knowing the full one soon approached. Until she could run wild through the woods, the night air ruffling her fur as she hunted, she‘d make do with the speed on her bike.

She started the engine, enjoying the rumbling vibration of all that power between her legs. Put a cock on the seat and she‘d probably enjoy herself more than she managed with a man.

With a chuckle to herself, she gunned the bike and, with a squeal of spinning tires, took off for home.

As she weaved her bike in and out of the sparse traffic that flowed this time of night, she pondered her assignment. It wouldn‘t be the first time she had to seduce a target. Her nonchalance about it was one of the reasons her services were in such high demand and fetched a pretty penny.

She refused to look at it as whoring herself, more like scratching an itch while getting paid. She saw no shame in admitting she had needs only another body—preferably male—could take care of. What that male looked like didn‘t truly matter in the scheme of things, that‘s what light switches and paper bags existed for. As long as he had a dick and a tongue, any man could do the job. She wasn‘t one to get hung up on girly notions of love and relationships. She truly was a lone wolf compared to the other bitches of her kind.

Most female wolves were submissive, rolling over and showing their belly to the first interested male. Lexie, however, possessed alpha tendencies. She refused to cower for any male, not exactly a popular trait for a female in a society where packs where ruled by men. So, she‘d left rather than kill the annoying males who thought to cow her into their preconceived notion of a she-wolf. And she wasn‘t invited back despite her poor mother‘s pleas. The male wolves she‘d maimed were apparently still pissed at her for showing them, with violent means, that no meant no.

Alone, without a pack or family to support her—her father disowning his unnatural daughter—she struggled to make ends meet with job after job. She discovered there weren‘t many career opportunities for a girl like her. Well, not ones that paid the money she needed to live comfortably. She fell into her calling quite by accident, saving the daughter of a business man who‘d just joined the vampiric ranks. He rewarded her and began throwing jobs her way along with referrals which was how she encountered Frederick.

Security work fit her perfectly because she had the muscle, the brains and the cunning to make a great bodyguard. As her special status became known among certain groups, they‘d added to her repertoire of uses— killer, spy, personal guard, and undercover agent. She did it all in the name of her dream retirement—all that was except the killing of young‘uns and the innocent. Her perverse moral code wouldn‘t allow her to stoop that low. But ask her to stake a rogue vamp gone wild and she was there in her leathers.

If a rabid wolf required putting down, she owned a shot gun loaded with silver shot for the job. No matter the task, she prevailed, and she loved every minute of it.

This newest assignment, which she‘d nicknamed to herself ―The Geek Job,‖ sounded almost like a vacation compared to her usual stuff, a much needed weekend of relaxation. She just hoped her target wasn‘t paper bag ugly because she hadn‘t enjoyed dick in a while and her pussy had no qualms complaining about the fact it was long overdue.

Arriving at her townhouse, she flicked the button on her key fob dangling from the ignition and the garage door opened. She slid in and dismounted her bike after flicking the kickstand forward. She strode into her home and tossed her backpack on the kitchen island. She stripped off her leathers, hanging them over a chair, not stopping until she got down to her panties. She kept the place warm so she didn‘t even shiver in her almost nude state. She only kept her bottoms on to preserve her couch. Coochie stains on the furniture just didn‘t scream class.

She unzipped her knapsack and brought the folder along with a beer into her bedroom.

She flopped onto her king-sized bed and began to read. Frederick had provided a thorough background on her geek, and she sipped her beer as she perused the file.

Name: Anthony Dominic Savell
Born: September 19, 1979

Height: 76 inches

Weight: 95 kg

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Blue (wears glasses)

Orientation: Heterosexual

Other info: Graduated high school with honors at
the age of fourteen. Went on to university with scholarships
and obtained numerous degrees in the fields of biology,
medicine, science, chemistry. Went to work for a private
research corporation in 2005. Offered a lab with anything
he wanted, on site residence in 2008.

Lexie fought a yawn as she read through the dull biography. Boring. It sounded like her geek didn‘t have a life outside of his work and research. She rifled through the rest of the papers looking for anything interesting about her target, but found nothing, not even mention of a girlfriend. Mind numbing as she found the info, she needed to study it and his reason for going to the conference. While she planned to play the part of seductive science groupie, she would still need to know a little bit about him. At the very bottom of the pile she finally found a picture, more like an employee mug shot, but it gave her a face for her nerd. He sported shaggy, brownish un-kept hair, dark rimmed glasses and a slightly startled look which seemed at odds with his square chin and sensual lips.
Well at least he’s not butt ugly.