“Call in sick. Take a day off,” Steven coaxed, crossing the room to wrap his arms around my waist. He kissed my neck, trailing up to my ear. “Stay here and make love to me all day.”“Steven, where were you last weekend?”“Working,” he said, reaching for me, but I shrugged out of his grasp and crossed the room to my clothes lying on the bed.“Steven, it’s just that I’m running late for work,” I stammered, slipping into my white lace panties, and then fastening my matching white bra into place between my breasts.“Seeing you like that reminds me of our honeymoon …”“Steven,” I said, exasperated, as I slid into my scrub pants. “What’s with you this morning? We haven’t made love in weeks and suddenly this morning you can’t keep your hands off me.”“Just forget it, Leila,” he said, slipping on a pair of

The rest of the day was uneventful with not much excitement. Throughout my shift, I wondered if Steven had headed to the airport yet, but, at the same time, my mind kept wandering back to this morning. How could he have treated me like that? Although I had never done anything like this before, all in the course of one night, I had completely destroyed my marriage …  but it was also the most erotic night of my life.My mind also drifted to Lance, wondering where he was, and how many years he had been on Earth. He was a vampire, after all. I suddenly wondered who he had been before he was turned. I quickly pushed the thought aside.My mind also wandered to Steven. Was it true that Steven had a lover, as well? Is that why he confronted me instead of leaving me … or killing me? He went out of town often on “business” and worked nights. Hell, he didn’t even come home most nights. Who was to say that he wasn’t having an affair? I wa

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

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

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