command it. “Rabbit.”
The dog settles to slumber, happily dreaming of chasing a rabbit. Such a simple joy.
I move swiftly to Stella’s room, so close I am already salivating. My pulse will not slow. The ache in my veins turns to an excruciating fire burning out of control.
I must have her. I must have a bite.
Yes, just one. One nibble and then I will be satisfied until I can have her in my bed and drink all of her.
Stella
I seriously shouldn’t have taken that ZzzQuil. Because I just had this insane dream of a shadow walking around the room. Next time, I’ll drink warm milk instead.
It’s just that with so much pressure to save Stellariva, I can’t seem to relax. Everything’s riding on me.
Eyes closed and half-dozing, I roll onto my back, willing my mind to find a happier place to dream. Beach. Sunshine. Coconut trees growing giant bags of money so I can save Stellariva.
“You are so lovely,” says a low, deep voice, causing me to jackknife upright.
Shit. “Who’s there?” I listen carefully over the quiet whirr of my white noise machine and open my eyes as wide as possible, but I don’t see anything in my room aside from the pale moonlight bathing the foot of the bed. “I’m losing my mind.”
“No, my sweet Stella, I am the one who’s losing his mind.”
I blink, wanting to run or scream or do something even though I’m aware it’s a dream. Yet, that voice… The way it fills my mind is hypnotic.
“Who are you? Who’s there?” I ask, but deep down inside, I know the answer. My brain just won’t let the name come out. It’s like there’s a wall inside my head.
A cool hand presses my chest, pushing me back down. “Rest now, my lovely Stella. You will forget I was here and fall into a deep sleep until the sun rises. Then you shall wake with an insatiable desire to spend every waking moment with your stunningly handsome and irresistible neighbor, Mr. Bozhidar. Also, you will not notice the small hickey on your neck and will tell everyone who asks that you were attacked by a very aggressive mosquito.”
What? I chuckle. What a freakin’ hilarious dream.
“What do you find amusing, woman?” the deep voice snaps.
“My neighbor? Irresistible? I’d sooner have sex with a toad or marry an old shoe.” Not that my neighbor is an ugly man. In fact, at first glance, he’s actually pretty beautiful. But then he opens his mouth, and it’s like a train wreck of rudeness. Thank God I never have to see him again and this is a dream. I sigh with relief. I know it’s not real, but maybe I needed this. Laughter is the best cure for stress.
“I am no toad or shoe.” The voice grows louder. “I am the night. The darkness. The sin you have desired your entire life.”
The raised volume in his voice jars me from my twilight state. Or am I still dreaming? Unsure, I sit upright again and see the shadow standing at the foot of my bed. It has a distinctive male form—broad shoulders, thick arms, and a narrow waist. Wait. “Mr. Bozhidar?”
He grumbles something in a language I do not understand, and then I hear, “Sleep, Stella. Sleep, I command.”
I lie back down, my body growing heavy and melting into another dream. I fall into the deepest, most relaxing slumber ever.
When I wake, I feel like a new me, only remembering tiny pieces of my bizarre night and all the images my mind dreamed up. Hilarious. Talking shadows that looked like my neighbor…
I hop from bed and go to the bathroom to get started for the day, but as I pass the mirror, I spot something on my neck.
What the hell? I lean forward over the pedestal sink, inspecting the two bumps and small red marks surrounding them. I must’ve had a very aggressive mosquito in my room last night.
Suddenly, a vision of Mr. Bozhidar pops in my head, and my stomach does a flip. Lower still, there’s an ache of desire.
WTF? I’m just being silly. I don’t want that man, and I never will. I’m simply excited about collaborating with him now that I’ve had time to cool off. It’s the perfect solution to Stellariva’s problems.
I’ll invite him over tonight. He can meet my family, and we can start working together.
CHAPTER NINE
Boz
Challenge accepted! After listening to Stella’s ludicrous nocturnal mumbles, comparing me to a wart-covered amphibian, I am now more determined than ever to