Her eyes went from his collar to his and she nodded. Fervently.
“And what did you do today, my pet?” he asked softly, reading her mood and relaxing into it.
“First off, I tried to escape.”
His relaxation fled and his body went solid but she didn’t notice and kept talking.
“I couldn’t, of course, you took my wallet, my passport, my jewelry, the keys to the car.” Her eyes narrowed on him and she declared, “It was very vexing.”
Her words, informative and not accusing, caused his body again to relax.
He struggled with the desire to laugh and won before he repeated, “Vexing?”
She nodded, smiling at him and he felt his body go solid again, “Yes. Vexing. Very.”
He wasn’t listening to her words. He was staring at her mouth.
He’d never seen her smile.
This wasn’t strictly true. He had, from a distance, many times in the last twenty years. He’d just never had it directed at him.
His body reacted to that too, in a way he very much liked.
He could remain standing holding her body to his for eternity (literally). But he walked her to the bed and sat on its edge, settling her into his lap, her soft curves pressing against his hardening cock.
He liked this too.
She was still talking. “Then the men arrived with the boxes. Lots of boxes. Lots and lots and lots.” She tipped her head to the side and queried, “Are you moving in?”
“Yes,” he replied and she nodded again, apparently perfectly content with this idea.
Her hands went to his shoulders and she started to tug off his suit jacket. He reluctantly let her go to assist her with getting it down his arms. All the while she did this, she was still babbling.
“Then Stephanie came over and, Lucien, you should have seen her outfit. It was the bomb.” Lucien felt his mouth twitch against the effort of smiling, her eyes dropped to it and she announced, “I like it when your mouth does that.”
He blinked at her slowly and asked, “Pardon?”
She threw the suit jacket unceremoniously to the end of the bed and then touched the corner of his mouth with her index finger too briefly and her eyes came to his. They were dancing.
“When you fight a smile. I like it. It’s sexy,” she explained.
Fucking hell, but she was magnificent.
He thought she was magnificent when she fought him and when he felt her fear of him and attraction to him. The challenge was exhilarating.
But she was even more magnificent now. He wouldn’t have believed this was possible but the evidence was sitting in his lap.
He didn’t like to feed when the mortal servicing him was inebriated. Tipsy, perhaps, downright drunk, no. And Leah was beyond inebriated, she was hammered.
She’d brushed her teeth, however, obviously very thoroughly. And her scent was strong enough to overpower the vodka he also caught mingling with her essence. Not to mention she was, as Edwina described her, hilarious, cute and definitely sweet.
Therefore, he decided to break his own rule and feed, regardless of the fact that she was smashed.
His hands went to her robe, pushing it wide over her shoulders and she didn’t hesitate with dropping her arms in an effort to aid him to rid her of it.
She also kept chattering. “Then Stephanie and I had a natter then we had some martinis then your other boxes came and we had a fashion parade. Then Stephanie stayed for dinner, we talked Edwina into having martinis with us and, because you sent a lot of boxes, we had even more of a fashion parade.” She stopped when her arms were loose from the robe and he let it drop to the floor. Both of her hands came back to his shirt and she began fiddling with his buttons but her eyes never left his as she continued happily, “I like Stephanie. She’s funny.”
His arms circled her waist, one hand drifting down over her ass, one drifting up to capture and play with a lock of her soft, thick hair.