A throb occurs between my legs when he reaches my eyes. I’ve been aroused reading books and fantasizing, but the feeling has never been this strong.
I want this man. I want him on me. I want him over me. My fangs ache to have his taste inside me.
Vampire lovers feed from one another. But I’ve never had access to a male vampire. What will his blood taste like?
“You?” he says. “You work for Frangelico?”
“No. I work for no man.”
His brow screws up in confusion.
“I’m here on my own.”
His features still don’t relax. I feel like I’m saying the wrong things. As I struggle with the right things, I’ve forgotten that we aren’t alone in the room.
“You have the room until midnight. Enjoy.”
The door shuts behind me. Then I hear the click of a lock. Midnight is hours away. That’s more than enough time to allow this sexy vampire to seduce me.
Chapter 5
I hear the click of the lock as the door shuts. My mind is whizzing and whirring as I try to find order in this situation I find myself in. The angel from up above has been cast down into this pit of hell. Set against the white walls of the private room, she shines even brighter than when she was in the dim club.
Her brown skin is like that strong cup of coffee that unfailingly gets me through a long policy report filled with monotonous data and charts. My eyes drink her in and I am buzzed off the shot of dark roast.
She moves a step towards me and I get a hint of her sweet aroma. The tendrils of her scent curl into my nostrils, making me lift my feet off the ground and bringing me face to face with her. Eye to eye. Mouth to… what is she saying?
“Which one are you?”
There is a lilt to her voice. She elongates her vowels. Her teeth catch on the consonants like they would take a bite out of them. When she says my name, it will be all softness.
“Mr. Serrano?”
And just like that, my tongue tastes bitterness. But the acrid aftertaste clears my head and reminds me why I’m here: to get evidence of vampirism. That won’t happen with this human woman.
Does she know where she is? Vampires can wipe memories. I know that first hand.
A smile curls at the edge of her lips. I watch the stretch of her flesh and feel the urge to touch it, to taste it, to bite it. Some of the whirring in my head stops as I take her in anew. The woman is the very definition of regal. There’s an upwards tilt to her chin which I’m willing to bet she never lowers. Her lashes are winged spikes at the tips as though even her eyes hold a crown.
Her gown would cast that of any Disney princess into the shade. Though when I look closer, I see there is a rip in the fabric of her dress. I take another step toward her, taking the ruined fabric in my hands.
“Did they hurt you?” I ask.
She looks down at the material in my hand. I realize how inappropriate my action is and release my hold, though my fingers clench into fists at the emptiness.
“A male tried to get fresh and I…” She purses her lips, as though holding in the words that were about to escape. Then she brushes the fabric back into place. “Management handled it.”
Is she one of the sex slaves here? A beauty such as her—she would be a prize. Just looking at her, I feel I am going out of my mind with want.
“Are you a slave?” I ask.
This room was reserved for Gaius and Hadrian. Was this woman forced in here for those two vampires to feed from? Or, worse, have sex with? And what is pissing me off more? The fact that those bloodsuckers are cheating on my sisters? Or that they would lay a finger on this vision before me?
Her eyes flash. “No, colonizer. I’m not a slave. And I’ll stake any man who tries to put me in the belly of a boat headed for the Atlantic.”
“I’m sorry.” I wince. “I didn’t mean… What I’m trying to say—”
“Though I might be talked into chains.”
My gaze snaps back to her. She’s no longer standing before me. She has walked to the corner of the room where rope, whips, and chains hang on the wall.
I didn’t have much time to take in the room before