Chapter One

Being called into Derek's boardroom in the middle of the night could be either a very good or very bad thing.

As Target strode down the hall, he was hoping for the former, but he was bored enough, he'd take the later.

Pushing his hair off his shoulders, he ignored the goons by the door and knocked, letting himself in after a two-second wait.

Derek wasn't the only one in the room, but he was the only one Target saw; the boss was the only one who mattered.

"You asked for me?"

"I did." Those white eyes turned on him.

"I have a job for you."

"I live to serve. How may I serve you?" Derek was the biggest and baddest of them and if you were smart, you respected that.

"I have a toy that needs training. He's a nightmare." Derek's smile was chagrined, a bit icy. "Incapable of following orders, of being left to his own devices."

"Oh?" Now that sounded like it had potential. "And you'd like me to..."

"Tame him." Derek sighed, rolled his eyes. "He's beautiful, but a pain in my ass, Tar. Double your normal rates, you have six months, full reign, no limitations. Have him ready for the Feast Ball."

"Done."

It was a no-brainer. Of course he was going to do the job. Derek was the boss and it sounded like fun.

"Excellent." A key ring was tossed over. "His room, his bonds. I'll have your fee transferred."

He dangled the keys and grinned. "Your pain in the ass is my amusement for the next few months. You won't be disappointed."

"I never am." One hand dropped to a young male, wrapped around Derek's leg. The lad was collared, bound, recently turned and hungry.

One of Target's better jobs, if he did say so himself.

No wonder Derek didn't mind him taking six months to get this latest acquisition ready.

"If you need me, don't call -- I'll be busy."

"I most certainly hope you will." That smile was pure evil.

He gave Derek the bow the man expected and turned to walk out, keys jangling in his pocket.

This job was just in time to keep him from doing something stupid out of sheer boredom.

Now all he had to do was make sure his rooms were properly equipped before he went to pick up his new charge.

Target was already on the phone before he'd hit the elevators. 

Continued in First Section