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Tailor Made: Killer Instincts	By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Threesomes Plus Views: 2390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tailor Made: Killer Instincts

Summary: As Cari's relationship develops with Nathaniel and Jason, a new hate group gives the weres of St. Louis trouble while a figure of recent vampire lore, Fire and Ice visits the city, making a wager between Jason and Asher all the more interesting.

A/N– This story, unlike the prequel, is not a PWP... there IS plot. Gasp, I know. We also have some new characters. Please read, review, and enjoy!

Disclaimer: We do not own any of LKH’s characters or plot related ideas (like she has actual plot... or much of it). We DO own the original characters in this story and the ideas and plot therein said story. Thank you.

Ever Heard of a Budget?

Riley blew out a frustrated breath. She'd been pouring over these books for over an hour now, and still she could barely understand the hand writing. Add the fact that the numbers kept not adding up and it was really grating on her nerves. "Cari... how do you even manage to keep such a good business? These books make no sense whatsoever."

Cari looked up from where she was pinning the final hem on a gown for the mayor's wife. "Do too! I understand them just fine." She nodded, finishing up the hem before dusting the chalk used to mark the fabric off her hands on her bottom.

Quirking a brow, Riley looked up at her. "Have I ever told you how sexy you look with hand prints on your ass?" She smirked. "And if you understand them, then why do none of the numbers add up? Listen, I'm here for a month. I can get this stuff on the computer for you if you'd like. Then at least if you are audited you won't have to worry about it."

"Computers?" Cari bit her lip, unsure. "You know I don't get along with computers... and they do!" She moved behind the other woman, pointing with a pin. "This column here adds up this way... and you get this. See? They're horizontal." She paused. "And I don't have hand prints on my ass... do I?"

Chuckling, Riley shook her head. "I think you are trying to make it look better than it is. You wouldn't have asked me to look at it if there weren't problems. Go on in the back and work on your dress. I'll keep an eye on things out here, while I straighten your budget out."

"You're sure?" Cari bit her lip, kissing the corner of Riley's mouth.

"Yeah... go do what you do best, and I'll do what I do best." Riley smiled.

Smiling back at the other woman, Cari kissed her once more before standing and seeing Asher standing in the door of the shop. "...I really need to get one of those bell things again..."

The vampire laughed, shaking his head. "Oui, Cherié. Perhaps Mon Ami will buy you one, non?" Asher looked at the beautiful woman behind the desk, taking in the long, vibrantly red hair and sparkling eyes. "Bonjour, though I am sorry to interrupt..."

Little red flags shot up all through out Riley's mind as she quickly assessed the drop dead gorgeous man before her. Closing the books she moved to stand, "You interrupted nothing." Damn... St. Louis really knew how to breed 'em. After another quick assessment, however, she realized that this man was not human but rather a vampire... with a French accent. Okay, so France really knew how to make 'em.

He moved further into the shop, nodding. "Ah, oui. I am Asher, Mademoiselle...?"

Cari flushed. "Oh! Riley! This is Riley! She's my... my friend and-"

The vampire shook his head, "Cherié, you are heading into one of your babbles, non?" He extended a hand to Riley, bowing slightly at the waist.

Riley decided to try and be polite for Cari's sake. Besides...what harm was there in shaking his hand? Smiling slightly she gave him her hand.

Asher brushed his lips lightly over her knuckles. "Enchante, Mademoiselle..." He smiled without a hint of fang, the smile somehow promising more while still managing to be innocent.

Cari stepped up. "How can we... I mean, I help you, Asher?"

The vampire straightened, looking at the brunette. "I need a new shirt... One of the ladies at Dance Macabre spilled wine on my favorite."

Riley's eye narrowed oh so slightly when she heard the club's name. She knew from Cari that it was one owned by Jean-Claude, Master vampire of the city... and master of Jason Schuyler... The man who'd so poorly tried to 'woo' her earlier that evening. That last little tid bit she'd gained from her own career. Asher...Danse Macabre? Oh hell no! She didn't want anything to do with anyone involved with the dolt she'd met earlier that night. Trying not to roll her eyes, Riley gathered the budget books and stood. "Listen Cari, I'm gonna head out for a while. Coffee sounds good and the stuff you have in the pot in the back is thicker than molasses."

Cari nodded, then cursed softly as the phone rang. "I forgot-I'm expecting a call from Lauren, that's the mayor's wife, to check on her gown... I've got to get it."

Asher shrugged. "I shall be fine, Cherié."

"Riley, could you stay? For a minute? I swear, I'll be right back..."

Riley turned her back to Asher as she watched Cari walk out. "What? I..." Glaring at the closed door to the back room, she sighed and sat back down. Fine. She would stay, but that didn't mean she had to entertain. Opening up the budget book once more, she continued to go over the figures, correcting here and there.

Watching the woman from the corner of his eye, Asher walked over to a rack of delicate fabrics, feeling the different materials. "Cari seems quite happy with her business..."

Not looking up from the notebook Riley continued to correct as she spoke. "She should be... It's quite thriving and she loves to sew."

"But not math, non?" He quirked a brow, glancing at her.

Glancing at him, her eyes sparkled before she looked back at her own work. "Not math." She knew she should talk to him, but the last thing she needed was a hot Vamp on her tail. Somehow she had a feeling he wasn't going to just let her ignore him... stupid male.... Gorgeous...but stupid.

"I cannot tell you how many times Mon Ami has had to ward off an audit for her... though I'll thank you for not sharing that information with her." He shook his head. "She has no comprehension of a budget..." Asher smirked inwardly. Jason, indeed, would have been turned down by such a woman. She was a firebrand, one that would easily scorch you if one wasn't
careful...

"It is because she is always doing other things. One cannot think to do a budget when one is doing other things.... such as talking." Riley paused to look at the man before her, keeping her head bent toward her work.

"Perhaps... Cherié... if one took a break every once in a while, they would not have to do multiple things at one time, non?" His lips quirked.

Sighing, Riley very slowly put her pencil down, then sat back in her chair and looked Asher over. "I was not the one trying to do multiple things."

He gave a Gallic shrug, smiling at her. "Perhaps not, Cherié."

"Now that you agree." She stood and moved to the desk the held the computer, so that she could start putting the budget in it. "My name is Riley... not Cherié... try to remember it if you plan on continuing to talk to me." Simply said, she then turned her attention to the screen before her, letting her fingers fly across the keys, typing in inventory and money amounts.

"Ah... Riley, then." He smiled, watching her move. "A lovely name... a family name, perhaps?"

“No.” And that ended the conversation. Riley looked back to the computer, ignoring the vampire.

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Asher sighed as he stepped back out into the street. Riley was... beautiful, to say the least. Strong, passionate, and nobody's fool. She was that hint of spice that you knew would burn... and be oh so pleasurable on the way down. He had one month to seduce her... one month with which to sample her... and one month with which to play with fire.
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