Jayce POV

Watching from the office window upstairs made me feel a little bit like a creep. I could see her, but she had no clue I even existed.

When I initially built this building, I had no plans. I don't like to be stagnant in my business; I had some downtime, so I built myself a warehouse. I went with wood, as I didn't want a giant metal atrocity to mar the sylvan masterpiece that was our little town.

Outside, it looked like a giant wooden cabin, but inside was a nice open floor plan with nothing but a few bathrooms and our 2nd floor offices built in along the east wall. I wanted to have the offices lined with windows to view the warehouse floor, we went with two-way mirror for security.

So here I stood, watching this little vixen wander the aisles of my store. I could do this for hours. The swish of her hips as she sashays down each aisle, taking her time to pickup, admire... smell... each variety of plant. The oversized tshirt she has on doesn't do much to hide her womanly figure, is that was she was going for? Did she not want the attention of the opposite sex? Hmm well if that's the case, she's certainly failed.

Her hair was tied up into a messy thing atop her head and her face was free from makeup. The fact that she still was so beautiful spoke volumes. I admit I was a bit of a manwhore right out of high-school. All those hormones and pent up energy, I needed some sort of outlet. And trust me, there were plenty of women willing to be that outlet, especially when they found out who I was, the status, the money. None of them ever stuck, though. I'd be entertained for a while, but there was always something that made me lose interest, or the feelings of lust would just fade and it would be time to move onto the next.

None of them intrigued me as much as this woman does, even from afar. I watch as she bends to reach something from a bottom shelf and my dick twitches. Her shirt has rode up her back slightly, giving me a delicious view of the globes of her ass in those skin tight shorts. What I wouldn't give to sink my teeth into her.

The second I saw her, I knew this must be the female Bastien ran into down at the Grill. My cousin had linked me earlier, warning of a creature he had come into contact with while him and his men were on their way back from the city. He had said she was a strange woman with no distinctive smell. Not human, not vamp, definitely not Were... maybe witch or fae? Whatever she was, she apparently wasn't intimidated by him, good for her. My cousin can be a lot sometimes.

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He mentioned she was traveling with a man, not a mate though, or even boyfriend for that matter. They smelled of each other, so they were probably very close; but their scents had not yet entwined as they would if they were fully committed and exploring each other's bodies.

She laughed freely with the blonde man beside her. It was both thrilling to bask in her smile, but yet also vexing that I was not the one to bring her such joy. I could think of a few ways to put a smile on her face. Heh. There goes my dick again.

Bastien seemed to think this woman dangerous, but I'd have to disagree. It's hard to look at this lovely creature browsing the tomato plants and think 'danger.' He won't be happy when I tell him we're going to leave her alone, I honestly think she's harmless.

I sigh as she heads for the check-out line, I should probably head down there to get a look in person before she leaves. As I'm rounding the corner, I see her toe to toe with Tibbs. What the fuck happened in the three minutes it took me to walk down here? I take this chance to observe her further, and see how she deals with the situation.

"She had it, I wanted it. End of story. You are in way over your head. You don't belong here, go home before you do something you'll regret." Tibbs all but growls at her; his back muscles tense, he's getting pissed. I don't like the way he speaks to her, and immediately want to step in... weird. I don't know this woman, but Tibbs has been a top warrior for years. Granted, he could use some manners, but he's a hell of a fighter.

I see a range of emotions cross her face; anger, confusion, anger again, and then... amusement? What she does next, I never could have seen coming. I'll be damned if she didn't step forward and lick that watermelon. Even more outrageously, she threatens to pee on the fruit. I mean what, where did that come from!? I can't help but smile at her audacity.

Tibbs finally backs off and lumbers away. I can't believe she won that exchange, and with words, no less. Well, words and the threat of urination haha. Most of my men won't even spar with him in training, but this little lady just took him on in the checkout line. She's got balls. Well, either that, or she's got zero sense of self-preservation.

I casually walk by behind the group of people now chatting peacefully. I hear her invite the young mother and her children over to her place, she must not live far. I circle back around a bit closer getting a good whiff of this woman, whom I now know is named Ellie.

I have to agree with Bastian, there is something odd about her scent. I can't place it, but it doesn't concern me. Maybe it should. Either way, I'm not going to take any drastic action, I'll just keep tabs on her for the time being. Besides, it would be a shame if this was the last time I laid eyes on this feisty little thing.

She jumps into a black truck and drives off after a few moments. Taking note of her license plate, I text our best IT guy, 'Plate # AZX473 name Ellie, give me what you can.' What secrets are you hiding? I'd rather find out myself, but this will have to do. For now.