Fae's Temptation

Chapter 1

It's not that I haven't been around nice-looking men before. None of my short-term boyfriends had ever been such to look at however, just simple guys with good personalities who did very little to satisfy me in bed.

After a few of those disappointments I learned rather quickly to stop trying in college, keep my grades up and just work. Stay away from pretty boys with big egos and small d***s. That had been the moto.

My time of being swept off my feet by my night in shining armor would come eventually. Right?

The Fae that stands only a few yards away from me is anything but simple, his golden skin and auburn hair call for my hands to touch every inch.

I'd never been this close to one of the creatures, as they usually stayed in their realm and certainly didn't walk into random bars and stare at random Women. Less random, and more me.

Violet eyes trace my body up and down, a never-ending onslaught of judgment from an immortal male that could be confused with a god I certainly wouldn't mind being on my knees to worship him as such. As the thought passes through the man smirks at me, as if the ideas of him naked before me had somehow been obvious.

Fuck.

I turn away, fixing another glass of whiskey for one of my regulars before continuing my way. I'd only been here an hour and already drama had arisen, but maybe the poor guy just needed directions somewhere?

It's rare to see one of those things roaming around without a clear cause, especially in a bar packed with people who had a few things against their kind.

They hadn't enslaved us by any means, and usually the Fae left us mortals alone. But when things got a little dicey in their universe or they simply got bored...humans ended up pulling the short straw most of the time.

Between becoming a Fae's s*x slave or being tortured to death there were many reasons for them to bring on of us back into their realm.

I didn't plan of being anything other than a spectator to one of those beasts.

I try to shake off the feeling of his glowing eyes on me and proceed with serving drinks to the men who can't keep their hands to themselves. I've been working at the Darryl's for three years now, part time since I graduated last may and began an internship that paid stipend.

One year of interning and then Id be able to get on full time, with only four months left I am not ready to be stolen away.

"Hey! Get me another bucket of nuts, would you?" The old man, whose name I should know by now, slams the metal tin in front of him, laughing loudly at his little joke. He'd been coming since before I'd began working here, and yet I'd never liked him enough to get to know the guy who had a thing for staring at my t**s any chance he got.

I give a sweet smile the that side of the bar before taking the tin and going to fill it up, my eyes scan over the overfilled room before landing on the Fae once more. He's closer now, about to take a seat next to the man who I know will give somne disgusting compliment to me, with no tip.

My breath is held as I continue, and I tell myself repeatedly that sometimes Fae come into bars. Sometimes they stare at the bartender and sit next to nasty old men.

He's tall, so f*****g tall that it makes everyone around him stare as he towers Over the men. The most sensual being Ive ever laid my eyes upon, and with closer inspection I almost die at the sight.

His skin shimmers against the light, iridescent colors scattering around the room. Those violet eyes have a pulsating pupil in the middle threatening to expand into darkness as they travel over me.

"Here you go, sir." I mutter the words, lightly setting the tin down before dragging myself away from the now sitting Fae with a staring problem.

Drinks are made, my shaky hands doing their best to focus on my tasks instead of spreading themselves over the panty-dropping male.

I have the urge to call him out, as no one else seems to have the gall to, but fear that his true purpose for being here will be shown if I acknowledge him. The people around him leave slowly throughout the night, paying tabs and throwing heated glares in the direction of someone who could kill them with a simple flick of his wrist. With only an hour left until my shift was over, I hoped no one went after the guy.

As the time rolls by the air around me changes, which sounds insane until I'm standing there practically breathless-a fog overcoming me. My eyes once again meet the Fae's, but I hadn't noticed the silver eyed man that had come to sit next to him.

What the f**k hadI done? I put on my best smile before finally approaching but keeping a few feet of distance as I begin my encounter with the never blinking immortals.

"Is there anything I can get for you guys?" My voice comes out lower than I'd tried for, almost seductive as they continue their staring. Two f*****g Fae, sitting at my bar, looking like they want to gobble me up.

"Sexy girl..." I spin around to face another regular, a bald man who always goes a fevw to many over his limit. "I need another beer, yeah?" I shake my head at him, walking over to begin cleaning up the empty bottles around him and get his tab out.

"No more for you tonight, Kev. I'll call you a cab and-" Large hands slam down on the wooden bar. My body jerks at the noise and I stare that drunkard whose eyes now blaze with anger. An ugly sneer takes over his face as he leans over the counter, his finger pointing accusingly at me.

"Ill tell you when I'm done, you little b***h!" I can feel my mouth fall at his words. He's never been like this before, and I can't imagine why he would begin today. I look around, making sure I'm not the only witnessing this man's hostility.

The golden skinned Fae glares over at his friend, who is wearing a smirk that just about drops me in my spot.

Those silver eyes burn into Kevin, black tendrils move under his paled skin, but he never drops that smile.

The Fae is sin, wrapped in a heart-wrenching package but under the surface was pure evil. I've never known much about these creatures, but there isn't a doubt in my mind that he's a Dark Fae. Uncaring for us humans, or anyone other than himself.

Monsters.

The clock strikes the number I'd been waiting for since they'd arrived and on cue my replacement walks in, a thin guy who'd only been working here a few weeks. I wasn't usually one to pass off customers, but I decided to say screw the tip, and those sexy creatures, as I began counting my drawer. I try to ignore the awkwardness of the situation, Kevin still standing up and glaring at me while I finish my count and shove cash into my apron. I did not want to come in tomorrow if it meant dealing with this s**t all over again.

"Send Kev home, and handle those guys. They haven't ordered anything yet, but maybe you can get them to talk. Ill be here early as I can tomorrow night to relieve you."

Skinny boy nods, trying to note the different people as I point them out, then proceeds to jump into action.