she asked, her eyes shining a bit. “Never,” he answered solemnly. Were those tears gathering in her eyes?
“You don’t make them feel special…like they’re special to you. You just tell them up front that you want to fu--”
“Becki!” Trevor interrupted before the conversation could digress further. “Darlin’, tell me what’s wrong.”
“Nothing,” she assured him. “Nothing at all is wrong, Trev.”
He watched as a glint of determination replaced the sheen of tears in her eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief, assuming that she had come to a resolution of sorts. Perhaps she had even found closure to whatever had been bothering her.
“I think we should have sex tonight, Trev,” Becki suggested without warning.
Trevor almost fell out of his chair as she dropped this verbal bombshell. Whatever he had expected, that was not it. “Dollface, as much as I--”
“Take me to the beach. You promised me a walk on the beach with moonlight and stars. Take me to the beach, Trev. Take me to the beach, and let’s do it right there on the sand under the stars,” she begged.
As another shot appeared, Trevor caught Mel’s attention. He mouthed the words, “Water it down.”
Mel nodded in agreement. She studied Becki for a moment, as if reconsidering her decision not to call Landon.
Becki didn’t even notice their exchange, as she drained the shot glass a little more slowly this time.
Mel snatched one of the ink pens still protruding from Becki’s hairbun and wrote her phone number on a napkin and stuffed it in Trevor’s hand.
Trevor looked at her, his eyebrows shooting skyward. Mel made no secret of the fact that she was madly in love with her husband of fifteen years.
Mel chuckled, “Not for you, Casanova. For her,” she nodded toward Becki. “Call me if you need my help. My shift will be ending soon.”
Trevor grinned wickedly, “You’ve broken my heart.”
“Sorry,” Mel grinned. She wasn’t really sorry at all, “mine’s spoken for. Seriously, Trev; call me if you need me.”
“Thanks, Mel.”
“Whew,” Becki said, slamming the empty shot glass on the table. “That is goooood shit. Now, back to what I was saying, you give me bullshit all the time, lllots of bullshit. I don’t want bullshit tonight, Trev. I just want you to show me a good time,” she said leaning into him. “I can show you a good time. Think about it. Sex on the beach. Hot, intense, grinding, dirty sex…with me. Kiss me, Trev.”
“Doll, you need to take it easy. What is going on in that beautiful head of yours?” he murmured as he gently cupped her face in one hand. Giving into temptation momentarily, he slid his thumb across her full lower lip and then quickly released her.
“I’m not going to do anything that you and I both know you would regret in the morning,” he gently refused.
“I’m tired of White Knights,” Becki complained. “White Knights who then turn out to be Dark Lords,” she pouted.
“Kiss me, Trevvv. Be my White Knight, just for tonight,” Becki pleaded.
Trevor sighed regretfully. There is no way this Dark Lord could ever be your White Knight, Doll.
“Come on, Trev. Be my White Knight-- or maybe my Dark Lord,” she said, suddenly changing her mind. “Dark Lords are probably better in the sack right?”
His life was full of danger; he had done things that no man could be proud of. He had never cared about anyone he used or hurt-- never cared until he met Becki. Still, he could only be what he was, and that was a Dark Lord-- a Dark Lord with a job to do.
The coin collector in Savanna had gotten in their way and had to be eliminated. While he didn’t soil his hands with that murder, he didn’t stop it either. Trevor knew the coin would surface again soon. There were too many ART members in town including their team leader Royce St. John and his Witchy sister for it to be much longer.
Trevor’s reinforcements should be arriving soon. More Vamps had been called in, even a few shifters. He felt a slight shiver down the back of his spine. He was in charge of this operation, but some of those idiots were hard to keep reined in.
“Kiss me, Trev. Please, just kiss me,” Becki whispered softly with tears shimmering in her eyes.
As Trevor leaned forward, Becki closed her eyes.
“Doll,” she felt him whisper at her temple, “if there was anyone who could turn me into a White Knight, it would be