Her Vampire Addiction - Tabitha Black Page 0,49

blink and slowly her face swims into focus. Gods but I’m distracted. That is not good. “Leann, what can I do for you?”

She’s a regular at Toxic, a sweetblood who’s addicted to playing with—and being sipped on by—vampires. I’ve enjoyed her myself more than once. “Do you know that guy over there?” Leann indicates a man standing in the shadows close to the bar. He’s wearing a dark suit and it’s impossible to guess his age from this distance.

“Can’t say I do,” I say honestly. “Never seen him before.”

“He’s a vampire though, right?”

“He is.” We can always sense our own kind.

“Well, I’ve agreed to play with him. Will you please look out for me?”

“Out here or in a booth?”

“Over there.” She points to the farthest public play area from us; a spanking bench with restraints.

“Of course,” I tell her. “Just let me know when you’re about to start. Come find me.”

“Thank you. It shouldn’t be long.” She turns and strides back to the man in question, her scarlet, skintight dress emphasizing her narrow hips. I can’t help but compare her boyish ass to Sabina’s plumper, rounder one.

Get a grip on yourself, Maximus. You have a job to do.

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I snatch it out, flicking it on to see a text from Sabina: I’m home safely, Sir.

Grinning, beyond relieved to at least now have her number, I text back two simple words.

Good girl.

Sabina

It’s been a long day and the sun is only now beginning to set.

Last night, after I got home, I made myself something to eat, took a hot bath, and played with Felix before dropping into bed, exhausted.

But before doing any of those things, I texted Maximus. It was against my better judgment but the reward—his reply—was instant.

Good girl.

Funny how two little words can have such an effect on a girl. On me, anyway.

When at last I dropped into sleep, I dreamed of him. I woke up wet and aching, but there was no time to do anything about it as I had to hurry to get ready for work. I don’t know whether I would have otherwise. He told me not to, and I seem to be obeying his orders for reasons I don’t quite understand.

I was distracted all day at work, my mind constantly on the tall, dark, handsome dom who makes my knees buckle when he kisses me. He did that intentionally last night, before letting me go outside the club—giving me a reminder of just how easily he can make me melt.

On my lunch break, I saw he’d texted me: I want to see you again tonight. Let me come over. My body reacted instantly to the thought of seeing him again, of feeling his touch, so like a drug. With my heart hammering against my ribs, I replied, telling him yes and giving him my address.

Only now, as I pace back and forth in my den, watching the sky slowly darken, am I second-guessing my decision.

I didn’t want it to seem like I’d made too much of an effort, so I’m wearing black yoga pants and a pale blue halter top. My nipples are already stabbing against the cotton. I showered, shaved, blow-dried my hair and put on some makeup—but not as much as I would if I were going to the club. I don’t know whether he’s on duty tonight. He made no mention of it. And even though I’ve been thinking about it all afternoon, I haven’t decided whether I’d accompany him if he were.

It’s not just because I have to get up early for work and can’t be gallivanting around until the early hours on a weeknight. It’s because of what he said about Toxic being full of vampires. The owner being a vampire. What had Maximus called him? Lucius. The sire.

Sometimes I still wonder whether I’m just dreaming all this.

Despite Maximus’s fears, I haven’t heard another word from Zeke. I’m refusing to respond to him so he’s probably gotten bored. Thank god. Him continuing to harass me would be a complication I don’t need.

Realizing that Maximus won’t be getting here for quite some time, as he likely doesn’t even awaken before dark, I go to my little kitchen and open a bottle of Merlot. Pouring myself a large glass, I take it to the sofa and curl up.

Felix jumps up to join me, his purring like the distant rumble of thunder. I scratch between his ears with my free hand as he lies down beside