The Vampire's Intern
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 exactly what she was doing to me.
She was a spitfire, that one, and as much as I wanted to sink my teeth into her soft skin, I also wanted to bend her over my office desk and show her just how dangerous it was to tempt a predator.