All I Want for Christmas Is a Vampire - By Kerrelyn Sparks Page 0,109
Princess Joanna. She and Maria Consuela weren't too thrilled about being co-owners of the Horny Devils, so they sold their shares to Vanda and moved back to Europe. London, I think."
Carlos unzipped his suitcase and began removing clothes. "I have to thank you, girlfriend. This is the best possible job for me. Howard said they'll work around my remaining classes so I can finish my master's."
"That's great." Toni eyed the pile of bikini underwear Carlos had piled up. One was spotted like a leopard, and another was striped like a tiger.
"And they'll work around my research trips, too. I would never find another employer that understanding."
"Well, the Vamps know how much they need mortals they can trust." Not that Carlos was entirely mortal. Carlos Panterra. Toni mentally slapped herself on the brow. She should have known. She winced when he set another item on the bed. Good grief. Those were the biggest nail clippers she'd ever seen.
"It's just so wonderful, menina. I've always had to keep my secret...well, secret, you know. But with this job, I am free to be myself. In fact, being a shape shifter actually adds to my value. And I've found a home for my orphans."
Toni smiled. "I'm very happy for them. And you."
Carlos skirted the bed and hugged her. "Thank you so much."
"Thank you, Carlos. You've always been a great friend." She resisted the urge to pet him behind the ears. The guy was practically purring. "I'll let you settle in. We have to be up before sunrise, you know." She moved toward the door.
He grabbed a stack of clothes and headed for the dark, ornately carved wooden dresser. "What are you going to do, menina? Will you stay with Ian or go back to Sabrina?"
That was the question of the day. Toni fingered the heart pendant on her chest. "I'm hoping that it won't be an either/or situation. That Sabrina will come around in time."
Carlos nodded. "Sometimes you must dare to believe."
Toni went to her bedroom, repeating those words to herself. Dare to believe. She loved Bri, and she loved Ian. She had to believe it would all work out.
She overslept in the morning, and didn't wake until she heard Carlos banging on her door.
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"I'll be right down," she called out. Damn, damn, damn. She hated these early mornings. She rushed through her shower and threw on her uniform. She was hurrying down the stairs, pulling her damp ponytail through a scrunchie, when she spotted Zoltan Czakvar and Giacomo di Venezia, aka Jack, coming up the stairs.
"Bellissima, you are as lovely as ever." Jack bowed. Boy was he full of it. Toni appreciated the compliment, but she knew her male uniform was baggy
and ugly, and she was wearing very little makeup. "You guys retiring for the night--I mean, day?" "Yes. We'll be in guest rooms on the fourth floor," Zoltan said. Between his yawn and his
Hungarian accent, he was hard to understand. "Bellissima, will you check on me personally?" Jack's brown eyes twinkled. "If you like. Sure." "Molto bene. Ciao, bellissima." Jack started up another flight of stairs. Zoltan trudged behind him. "You're planning to sleep in the nude, aren't you?" Jack chuckled. Toni rolled her eyes, then ran down the stairs. Hopefully, Ian was still awake. In the foyer, she met
Dougal and Phineas heading down to the basement. Phineas yawned. "Good night, sweetness." "Good night. Or morning." These guys were confusing her. "Have you seen Ian?" "Already gone to bed." Dougal shut the cellar door behind him. Too late. Dammit. It was hard having a boyfriend on the graveyard shift. She trudged into the
kitchen. "Good morning." Howard sat smiling at the kitchen table, munching on a bear claw. Doughnuts, again? If she kept eating those, she'd be as big as a bear. She noticed Carlos was
spooning something from a bowl into his mouth. It looked a bit healthier. "What are you eating? Meow Mix?" Howard snorted with laughter, while Carlos gave her a bland look. Toni smiled sweetly. "I hear they have a new anti-hairball formula." "It's cereal." Carlos showed her the box. "Hmm, Special K for kitties? Can I have some?" She fetched a bowl.
"If you'll stop being catty," Carlos grumbled. "Sorry." She patted him on the head. She knew she was being ornery. She was just so disappointed about not seeing Ian. It would be a long, long time till sundown.
After breakfast, she offered to go check on him. "Is he on the fifth floor?"