“I had a wonderful time last night,” he said in a low voice, running his fingertips slowly from my shoulder to my waist, gently bushing the side of my breast, then wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to his chest. “I want to see you again.”
“I’m afraid that’s not possible.” I pulled back, and he released me. Then, I turned to leave.
“Look, just one date,” he said, stopping me. “Please.”
I took a deep breath. “Lance, you’re a vampire.”
“Yes, so?”
“So, I need time,” I said, shaking my head. “Not only did we have an affair last night, but you’re … a … vampire.” I said, accenting each word. “I need time to wrap my head around it.” I looked into his eyes and continued, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” Then, I laughed without mirth. “Besides, if I did, they
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, taking me by surprise; I didn’t know why. I guess a part of me expected him to come in through the window. I chuckled to myself at the thought, grabbed a black, silk wrap and flung it over my arm, then headed down the stairs.I flung the door open wide and Lance was standing in the doorway, in all his perfection. His dark hair waved just to his collar, pushed back away from his gorgeous green eyes. He wore a tight black leather jacket, unzipped with a white collared shirt beneath and matching black leather pants. He looked good enough to eat. “Well, don’t you look stunning,” he said with a low whistle, leaning against the doorframe.“Thank you. So do you,” I replied with a smile. “Won’t you come in?”“Thank you, but no,” he said in his smooth, sexy voice. He slid his fingers around my waist and slowly pulled me to him, then looked down at me, directly into my eyes. &ld
I looked out the window and Caprice Casino was on the right, toward the end of the strip. It was huge, extending three city blocks, which included the hotel and casino, and it was a castle. It wasn’t a cheap knock off, but a real, genuine brick-and-mortar castle. Lights illuminated it, changing between purple, orange, green, gold, red, and blue—just about every color imaginable—and it was just as spectacular in every color. The other buildings of the hotel matched the castle perfectly, appearing to be a magnificent eleventh century village.“It’s amazing,” I said in a low voice, awed.I looked over and a smile lit his lips as he took in my expression.“Who designed it?” I asked, still amazed as Lance turned the Maserati into the long drive, leading to the front of the hotel where young valets waited.“King Arthur,” he replied, waiting for my reaction.I paused for a moment then laughed out
The upstairs level was circular and rooms jettisoned off in every direction. Lance and I passed by one door and a man walked out as moans of pleasure came from inside the room. The door quickly closed as a bouncer stepped in front of it, blocking everyone’s way. Another room we passed contained diners seated within, talking casually, enjoying each other’s company. Ballroom music emanated from yet another room, where patrons swayed, looking like professional dancers.Lance led me to another room where two bouncers stood guard. “Good evening, Mr. Steel,” both of them said in unison, each opening a door. We walked into the darkened room and Lance led me to a private table. I looked around and we were the only ones in this room. The room was impeccably decorated with a few small tables, designed for private parties. Soft music played from hidden speakers, a large sectional couch stretched around the full perimeter of the room, and large pillows were placed
Lance laughed and the irony was not lost on him. “Come on, let me show you around my club,” he said, holding my chair for me as I rose from my seat. He slid his hand down my arm and took my hand, then led me from the room. The bouncers outside the door nodded as we walked past.We headed down the hallway and walked passed another room just as a door opened, and I could hear heavy moaning and a scream coming from inside. I ran to the door, but a bouncer stood in my way. I turned to Lance, alarmed.“You must keep an open mind; no one is killing anyone in there. Here in this club, killing is not allowed. If that were the case, then word would get out and we’d be out of business. No, we feed from humans, then heal them and erase their memories. Then, they are free to go.” We turned a corner and walked down a long corridor. “Most of us feed from blood bags, while others prefer their meals at 98.6 degrees.”“So, people a
A moment later, he bit his wrist and held it to my lips. “Here, drink this. It’ll make you feel better.”I obeyed, holding his wrist to my lips. This time, it tasted different, delicious. In fact, the more I drank, the more I craved.“Leila, that’s enough,” Lance said after a few minutes. I looked into his eyes and he was surprised that I drank so willingly, literally craving his blood. I quickly came to my senses and forced myself to stop.“I’m sorry,” I said, sitting up on the edge of his bed as I wiped my lips. “I don’t know what came over me.” I was surprised, too, for it actually tasted delicious … and I wanted more. “What’s wrong with me?”“I’m not sure,” Lance said as he scooted behind me, placing one leg on either side of my body, his erection hitting my ass. He wrapped his arms tightly around my body, covering my arms, and pulled me
I nodded, understanding. “So, you seduced me.” It wasn’t an accusation, just a confirmation.“Yes.” He waited for my reaction. I guessed that he was wondering if I was going to run out the door next. When I didn’t, he relaxed a bit. “Are you angry?”“No,” I said honestly. “If I hadn’t wanted this, I wouldn’t be here now.”He nodded, but said nothing. He gently stroked my cheek with the back of his hand, a gentle caress. “Your skin is so lovely—pink, blushing, warm …” his voice trailed off as he crushed his lips down onto mine, but I pulled back and concern filled his eyes.“Just one more question …” I asked.“Woman, you’ll be the death of me,” he said, plopping back onto the bed. He covered his face with a pillow. I guessed that men have been exasperated by women since the beginning of time.I laug
I slept all day in Lance’s arms until I finally forced myself to get up. I reached for my cell phone and there were no new messages. I took a deep breath and fell back onto the pillows, exhausted, wondering why I was so tired. After all, Lance and I had slept the whole day. It was seven o’clock at night when I crawled out of bed, craving coffee, knowing that I was quickly getting my days and nights turned around.I left Lance sleeping on the bed and padded across the floor to the bathroom. The bathroom was as big as a small bedroom. There was an open shower with multiple heads and a rack filled with towels beside it. I turned the shower on full force until steam rose from the hot water, and stepped in. The water felt great as it pounded against my sore muscles. I took my time shampooing and conditioning my hair, then washed the rest of my body, running body wash over my breasts, then down my torso and between my legs and down to my feet. The waterfelt heav
“Angela, where shall I set up?” a young man asked her.“Jeremy, must I do everything?” she asked, heading through the penthouse to a back room, expecting everyone to follow. We walked past the bathroom where Lance was showering, past the bedroom, and into a series of rooms. We stopped in another small room, resembling abeauty salon. On the left wall was a hairdresser’s station, and on the right was a shampoo bowl. It was amazing … and to think that Lance had this right here in his suite. It made me wonder how many women frequented his apartment.“Jeremy, set up here,” Angela said, then she took my hand. “My dear, please, sit down.” She smiled as she motioned toward the chair. “Let us take care of you, ma chérie.” A motherly smile lit her lips, despite her young appearance. I couldn’t help but do as she asked.“My dear,” Jeremy began, gathering my ha