The Apartment

Nakuni's apartment was nothing like Trisha expected. As soon as she entered the door the aroma of oranges and cinnamon spice tickled her nose. "Wow," she whispered as she sniffed.

He chuckled at her as he hung his car keys up and locked the door behind them. "It's just some various scents to keep the place smelling nice." He glanced around. "I do not normally have company. So please, make yourself at home."

Trisha grinned at him and found a seat. She sunk into the padded softness and sighed in pleasure. "You've got great taste," she congratulated. " She sat forward. "Hey, why do you have a place of your own anyway? Aren't most servants supposed to stay with their masters?"

"That would be true if the Master was less of a person. As it is, he doesn't need me to defend him."

Trisha resisted the urge to snort. Yeah, if she was a vampire she doubted she'd need others defending her as well. "He won't be mad that you're taking the day off?"

"No, you do no