"I'll just bet you are," I said.
"Do not go all self-righteous on me, ma petite. You have finally admitted to yourself, to me, that you feel the pull of my body."
I sat on the floor by the chair with my robe in disarray. The t-shirt had ridden up to my waist. I guess it was a little too late to protest my innocence.
"Fine, lust; you happy?"
"Almost," he said, and now there was something in his eyes. Something dark and drowning, and older than it should have been.
"I can offer you my mortal body, and more, ma petite. It can be between us much more than any human lover could offer."
"Would I lose a little blood each time?"
"That was an accident," he said.
I stared at him, all pale and damp, kneeling on the floor with the white towel bundled into his lap, leaving nearly every inch of him bare.
"This is the first time I've cheated on Richard," I said.
"You have been dating me for weeks," he said.
I shook my head. "But I haven't been cheating. This is cheating."
"Then have you been cheating on me, with Richard?"
I didn't know what to say to that. "Go get dressed."
"Do you really want me to dress?" he asked.
I looked away. I was embarrassed now and uncomfortable. "Yes, please."
He stood up, the towel gripped in his hands. I looked down at the floor and didn't have to see his face to picture the smile on it.
He walked away from me, and didn't bother moving the towel around behind him. Muscles moved under his skin from calf to waist. He walked na**d into the bedroom, and I enjoyed the view.
I touched my finger to my tongue. It was still bleeding. That's what I got for French kissing a vampire. Even thinking about it made me nervous.
"Ma petite?" he called from the other room.
"Yeah."
"Do you have a blow dryer?"
"In my suitcase. Help yourself."
Thankfully, I'd dragged my suitcase into the bedroom beside the bathroom door. One point for laziness. I was spared another glimpse of his na**d body. Now that hormones were receding, I was embarrassed.
I heard the dryer and wondered if he was standing na**d in front of the bathroom mirror while he dried his hair. I was very aware that all I had to do was go to the doorway and I could see for myself.
I stood up, pulled my t-shirt down, tied my robe securely in place, and sat down on the couch. My back was to the bedroom. I wouldn't be seeing anything else. I took the Firestar out of my pocket and laid it on the coffee table in front of me. The gun sat there looking very solid, very black, and somehow accusatory.
The dryer stopped, and he called to me again. "Ma petite?"
"What?"
"Come talk to me as the sun rises."
I glanced up at the window he had opened. The sky outside was less black, not light yet, but not pure darkness anymore. I closed the drapes and went to the bedroom. I left the gun on the table. The Browning was in the bedroom anyway.