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entire body screamed to do so. He could no longer remember why he’d even thought he needed to resist. But his legs refused to move, and his knees yielded. He almost fell on his face right in front of Vane, but the other man caught him just in time.
    Vane’s arm went around Moss’s waist, and he whimpered as Vane’s body came into close contact with his own. Flashes of the dream passed through his mind’s eye, and he had the sudden urge to reenact it, right then and there. Judging by the feel of Vane’s hard shaft against him, the other man would have very much liked something similar.
    But Vane showed more caution and control than Moss. He pulled Moss along and basically tossed him into the luxurious carriage. To Moss’s surprise, Benson didn’t get in. The carriage rolled off, leaving the butler behind.
    “W–what’s going on?” he asked. “Where is he going?”
    Vane ignored his question. “Did you read through the contract?” he asked instead of offering a reply.
    Moss shook his head. He hadn’t read through it. He’d left at dawn for his harbor job, convinced he would refuse the weird secretary position. “I fell asleep shortly after I got back, and in the morning—”
    Vane cut him off before he could finish the phrase. “Well, you’re coming with me now so you can read it. You may not be my employee yet, but you did promise to give me an actual answer. I don’t appreciate being ignored.”
    Moss’s face heated at the reprimand. “Yes, my lord,” he muttered. He should have known better. He’d been taught manners by a very educated lady, and here he was, ignoring his mother’s every lesson. “I understand.”
    Vane nodded. “Excellent. Never disobey me again. I don’t like it.”
    “Yes, my lord,” Moss repeated. He could swear he saw Vane adjust himself in his pants, but the motion was so fast it could have very well been his imagination.
    He tried to distract himself and looked away from his employer. Outside, the city looked as busy as ever, with carts surrounding the carriage, errand boys running to and fro. Merchants advertised their wares, and ragged-looking housewives occasionally engaged in not-so-polite debates with them, intent on decreasing the prices.
    It occurred to Moss none of the people seemed to pay any heed to the passing vehicle. In fact, they went about their business as if expensive carriages were the norm in their city and the district, when in fact, Moss could count the times he’d seen them on the fingers of one hand. Only the wealthiest folk benefited from such comforts, and not even rich human families, like Moss’s had been, could afford one. The magicks and technologies needed to fashion such items went beyond anything Moss could ever hope to see.
    “You are wondering why they can’t see the carriage,” Vane said. “Like I said, my kind has certain abilities, and I can make the humans avoid our vehicle without them even noticing.”
    Moss gaped at Vane. “But didn’t you say you dislike manipulating humans? That you don’t use your powers for such things?” He closed his mouth when he realized he’d insulted his employer. “I–I’m sorry,” he stammered.
    Strangely, Vane didn’t look upset. In fact, he looked amused. “Don’t apologize. I am pleased you asked since you will be seeing me use my powers in the future. And to answer your question, there is a difference between the two cases.” He paused, as if taking a moment to assess his words. “In this situation, I use my abilities for my comfort and convenience. It would be very annoying to have the humans take notice of the carriage and either take off screaming or beg for money.”
    Moss nodded. He agreed with that, but he still didn’t grasp the difference Vane was talking about. “But isn’t the ‘bed and breakfast’ thing convenience as well?” He couldn’t make himself say “sex and blood.”
    Vane shook his head. “That is need and base instinct. Using my power for obtaining