The Vampire's Intern

—LENA:Sebastien didn't move right away. He stood near the door, his outer jacket discarded over his arm, watching me as if he was deciding something. Or restraining himself. " Sit" he said in a commanding tone.I crossed the room and took the chair opposite his desk, every step too loud in the silence. The air felt heavier in here, charged in a way that made my skin prickle. He circled behind his desk and picked up the contract again as though nothing about this situation was unusual. As though my pulse wasn't racing hard enough to give me away.For a while the only sound in his office was the soft slide of paper and the faint scratch of his pen. I couldn't stop staring at his hands.The way his long fingers traced down the pages, the way he pause and make a note before flipping to the next section. He has the kind of hands that looks like they were used to taking what they wanted, and stopping when they choose to.God. Get a grip, Lena! I forced my attention back to the paper before

—SEBASTIEN:The girl was feistier than I’d given her credit for. Lena Moreau, the bane of my existence, and the one thing I should stay far away from. I moved to the floor-to-ceiling window and watched as she stalked through the pavements and stopped for a cab.In all the centuries I had existed, no human had ever unsettled me the way Lena Moreau did and that frightened me more than hunger ever could. I watched as she climbed into a cab, her shirt buttoned haphazardly, and her hair a spill of chestnut-brown waves. As the wind blew just right, I caught sight of her neck, porcelain–pale and delicate.The smell of her blood was intoxicating, sweet, and dangerous but it was the way her presence unraveled my restraint that truly threatened me.It was a relief to let them free after hours of being cooped up in the same room as Lena, listening to the whoosh of her life in her veins, smelling the sickeningly sweet scent of her blood and beneath it all, the unmistakable awareness that she knew

—LENA:Jeremy had hands like warm sausages–thick, clumsy, and far too familiar. He’d invited me to dance, and still dumbstruck by the absolute bombshell Sebastien had waltzed in with, i said yes.Now he spun around the dance floor, and I couldn’t stop staring at my boss and his date. They’d climbed up to the gallery as soon as they arrived, out of sight–but I knew Sebastien was watching me. I could feel his gaze like a brand pressed into my skin.“Jeremy.” I pulled away from him with a gasp. “I am so tired.” I lied, “I think I’m going to go back to the bar.”“Right,” he nodded, staring at me. “Sure okay, want me to come with you?”“Oh you don’t have to.” I waved him off. “Have fun by yourself.”I trudged to the bar and immediately ordered a whiskey shot, neat. I knocked back the first and second shot, and by the third, the bartender cut me off. “What do you mean you’re cutting me off?” I demanded, pissed.The man shook his head, nodding towards the gallery. “I got orders from the boss

LENA: “Where did you say your car was parked again?” I asked, slowing my steps as unease crawled up my spine. We had walked far enough that the sound of the office party had completely faded. The streetlight above us flickered weakly to life, but my ‘driver’ remained silent. “Hello?” I called again. “This is getting weird. I’m requesting another ride.” He froze mid-step, standing eerily still. The streetlight above us went off, and I was suddenly hyperaware of how isolated and quiet the area was. He turned around and stepped toward me. I stumbled backward, my heart slamming against my ribs. “What are you doing?” My phone buzzed in my hand; I glanced at it from the corner of my eye and saw it was a notification from the Uber app telling me my driver had arrived. For a moment, everything seemed to freeze. A sick realization settled deep in my stomach. I was in serious trouble. Because if my uber driver was just arriving, then I had willingly followed a creepy stranger into an i

LENA:The doctor was a middle-aged man with kind eyes and absolutely zero questions about why his patient was wearing her boss's shirt at ten in the morning on a Saturday. Professional discretion, I supposed.He set up his portable X-ray machine in Sebastian's living room, because of course SebastianVale had the kind of money to get house calls with full medical equipment, and got to work."Well, looks like its an airline fracture," he announced, squinting at the images on his tablet."You're lucky it's not worse, little Miss. With the swelling and bruising, I'd say you took quite a fall.""Yeah, something like that." I muttered, trying not to think about it. Sebastian stood in the corner, his arms crossed, and watching us with that predatory stillness that made my stomach flip. Every time the doctor touched my ankle, I swear I saw Sebastian's jaw clench.Possessive much? The thought sent an inappropriate thrill through me that had me tensing my thighs. Twenty minutes later, I had a p