Gather your things?". Immediately, you hide out of view in front of me and I start to grab for your shirt since I you've told me you don't want others...seeing you doing this. But when I respond calmly to the driver that we'll be ready in a few minutes, you ask him how long he's been standing there. Looking a little nervous, he tells us that he has been watching us the whole time while he was getting the tow bar in position.Apparently, you must have felt that there was no point in trying to hide. “I’m serious. I’ve tasted plenty of women, and it’s rarely bad, but no one has ever tasted like this. You’re fucking delicious!”The answer was simple: she tasted better than any woman he’d ever been with because it was part of her veela heritage. Veela biology was all about attracting an ideal mate and being the ideal lover for them in turn. That extended beyond their outward beauty and their allure in ways that most didn’t have any clue about, and the veela preferred to keep it that way.“If I. .."I glanced back, even though I really didn't need to. "Yep. You can ask her about it when she's off duty. By the way," I added conspiratorially, "she's also a close personal friend of mine, so please don't stare."The youngster shook herself back into the real world. I went into the grounds with my load of beef and Brussels sprouts to assuage the hunger pangs of my guests, and soothe the terror my chef had of running out of stock.The open house turned out to be an inspired idea. The restaurant. I said “it was fine and uneventful; Jen fell asleep right away, and hasn’t made a noise.” Claire thanked me and paid me. I asked how her night went, and she groaned. Claire turned and said, “It sucked so bad, this drunk kept try to stick a finger in me, and then started a fight with one of my regulars.” “The bouncers tossed him, but it screwed up my night.” I said, “Oh, I am sorry to hear that honey, so nothing good happened tonight.” Claire suddenly looked thoughtful, “Well, There was a.