The Vampire's Accountant 1.1

You can do this. You can do this. You can do this.

Marcy whipped her clammy hands down the sides of her pale pink skirt and looked into the mirror for the millionth time that morning. Her brand-new, crisp business suit was fitted, much more so than her average black work suits, and had a white patent leather belt cinching in her waist and (hopefully) making her curvy and alluring. Her sandy blonde hair was in its usual tight french twist and her tortoise shell glasses perched on the bridge of her nose obscuring her blue eyes.

I should lose the glasses. She thought, abysmally. Glasses weren't sexy were they? She sighed with resignation and her shoulders fell. What did she know about sexy? Especially sexy-to-lure-a-powerful-vampire sexy. She grabbed her new white leather shoulder bag which included all her needed client files for the day and her laptop, took a steading breath, and set out the door to the waiting taxi.

Focus on the prize, she reminded herself. She brought to her mind the image of him. Marcus Roman. Client. Owner of the country's most successful line of Others-friendly night clubs - catering to all sorts of supernatural beings and the humans who accepted them in society. He was a millionaire several times over. Owned four houses, two porches, and a hotel.

She knew all of his assets of course because for the last six months she'd had the privilege of being his accountant. Winning Roman Enterprises had been a major coup for Marcy Allen CPA and his account was paying her mortgage but more importantly with him as a high profile client she was in demand with other members of the Others Business Association. The OBA was comprised of business owners that required bizarre work hours. She had several vampires she did the books for at night. Most of the weres and shape-shifters preferred night time hours as well. She even had a demon client who would only meet with her during the new moon.

The problem was most Others were highly suspicious of humans and who could blame them? With groups like For All Mankind implicated in bombings of Others establishments it was no wonder the Others were wary of humans. Marcy had always been in favor of the Equality for Others Act and thought peaceful coexistence was more than possible with all species. Landing a client like Marcus Roman opened doors for her business that she couldn't open on her own.

Which made what she was about to do even more stupid. If she jeopardized her professional relationship with Roman she could lose all of her business. She didn't really want to go back to working for boring accounting firms. She loved the thrill of being around the powerful and sexy world of Others. Especially her main client - the sexiest, most powerful vampire she'd ever met.
Marcus Roman seemed to radiate a magnetic field. She felt drawn to him when he entered the room. He was an imposing figure, nearly six nine and built like an old-world warrior. He always seemed to her to look out of place in the plush settings of the Roman Enterprises headquarters. He looked like he should be wearing a Viking helmet or a Spartan shield or at least be carrying a big broadsword like from Conan. He just exuded raw male power. But that wasn't what effected her the most. The knee-buckling sexuality that poured from him made a rush of dampness wet her panties just thinking about it. When he looked at her it was like he was inside her. Inside her body. Inside her soul. His smile had a knowing slant to it that said if you were a good girl he'd tell you a secret and if you were a bad girl he just might show you.

And oh how Marcy wanted him to show her the secret of passion in a vampire's arms.
Unfortunately, although he flirted a little he had been strictly business with her. She saw the other women, humans and vampires, that worked for him and the way they talked to him like they knew him - carnally. They nearly tripped over themselves to please him and looked perpetually on the verge of a swoon around him. Marcy tried to have a little more dignity than that. However, dignity wasn't getting her anywhere - at least not anywhere under, over, or wrapped around Marcus Roman. And that's where she planned to be. Today.

You can do this, she continued to repeat in a mumble as the taxi pulled up to the swanky Club Le Chez where the main offices of Roman Enterprises were housed. It was a little after 10 and the club didn't open until midnight. In a day job this would be considered a morning meeting.

"What'd ya say?" the cabbie addressed her through the rearview mirror.

"Oh nothing. Just talking to myself." She tried hard to will herself not to blush but she felt heat rise in her cheeks.

"You be careful in there ma'am. Them freaks are dangerous if you ask me. Better off before they got all hoity-toity wanting rights an all that." She didn't recall asking for his opinion on Beings Rights. This wasn't a conversation she wished to have right now. She had bigger issues on her mind than a cabbie biggot.

"How much?" She said curtly curtailing any further pontificating by the cabbie. He pointed to the meter and she paid and got out of the taxi as quickly as she could.

It was only once she was on the sidewalk that she hesitated. More like her legs wouldn't move, so, not hesitated but frozen in fear? God, you're such a baby! Get in there and make him notice you! Her inner wanton was serving as her backbone today, apparently. You can do this. You need to do this. Yes, need. Six months of dreaming - both night and day - about Roman had addled her brain. She couldn't think or relax and was in a nearly constant state of arousal. She was afraid she'd jump on him like a needy animal or become like the other women in the office with the worst case of googoo eyes if she didn't touch him soon.

Touch and taste and explore. She shivered as a jolt of hot desire ricocheted through her body settling in her womb with a warm tingle. She needed Marcus Roman and she needed him now.
Let's do this. She opened the door and swept in with a confidence she was only partially feeling.