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at her promised her a whole lot of that.
They hadn t agreed on a time; hell, she hadn t agreed to go, yet he arrived with perfect timing. Maybe
it was a strange vampire sense.
She opened the door and had the distinct pleasure of watching his lips part and his pupils dilate. She
leaned against the door and loved this feeling. The rush of excitement, the look of desire in a man s
eyes as they traced over her. It never ceased to make her giddy or grin like a fool.
You re perfect. His accent was thicker than usual; it did something to her that she thoroughly
planned to explore.
Of course.
He smiled at her and grabbed her hand. Before she knew it, he was pulling her close. She could have
fought it but she was too curious to see what he was about. He pulled her against his chest and rested
a hand lightly at her hip. The soft touch teased her better than if he d gripped her. Her blood rushed,
breathing growing heavy with anticipation.
I had no idea you d be wearing...this.
Christine looked down at her outfit and laughed. She wore a flowing black dress that fell modestly
enough to her thighs and her favorite heels a pair of black strappy shoes that wrapped all the way up
her calves. She loved them because the heel wasn t so tall that she couldn t walk in them and they
were the sexiest shoes ever. They were meant to captivate and tease. Judging from the look on
Dmetri s face, they were doing their job well. Money well spent.
I m glad you approve. Let s get out of here.
She was eager to get away from the negative conversation she had with her mother that still lingered
in the house. When she tried to pull away though, the hand on her hip tightened.
Christine looked up at the vampire and got lost in his eyes. Blue like clear water, his eyes were
lovely and framed by silver lashes.
His lips came down on hers. Like the first kiss, this one was gentle, soft, barely tasting.
He pulled back before she could really get into it and nodded at her.
He led her to a black BMW parked outside and opened the passenger door for her. After he seated
himself in the driver side she asked, Where are we going?
Le Marquis.
Her brows shot up and she whistled under her breath. You spare no expense do you? He smiled at
her as he pulled away from the curb. It s not that bad when only one of us will be eating.
Christine flushed as she recalled he didn t eat...at least not food. Her body warmed the more she
thought about it, of what it might be like if he fed from her. She d heard the experience was sensual,
almost orgasmic for both parties. The thought excited her and she bit her lip as she looked at his
mouth, trying to spot the fangs she knew he had.
Her thoughts waned as they pulled up to a stop at the front gate. Dmetri rolled down his window to
speak with Gerry.
No one leaves. Your rules remember? said Gerry.
Dmetri laughed. My rules mean I get to break them. We ll be back soon anyway, just getting
something to eat.
Gerry shook his head. I don t think so.
Dmetri s voice grew hard. Open the gate now.
The two stared hard at each other, as a violent energy whipped between them. Gerry must have seen
something on the vampire s face because he slowly nodded and motioned for the guards to open the
gate. A moment later, they were on the road.
Christine sighed, loving the fluttery feeling of butterflies dancing in her stomach. She always got
nervous on dates, and this one was no exception. Hell, this one was the worst. She was going out with
a vampire. This night would definitely be going in her little black diary.
These seats are amazing! She writhed against the leather, loving the way she slid in the seat.
Dmetri gave her an unreadable look, but there was definitely heat in that look. She loved it.
I m glad.
So he wasn t much of a talker. That was fine by her because she might make a fool of herself with
how nervous she was.
They pulled into a small parking lot some time later. Le Marquis was a small French restaurant that
required a reservation made months in advance to get in. She had no idea how he planned to get them
inside, but she didn t doubt he d do it.
He opened the door for her, and escorted her inside. He whispered a few words to the maître d and
shook his hand. She didn t know how much was exchanged in that simple handshake but she was sure
it was hefty.
The silver-haired maître d led them to a secluded table in the back of the quiet restaurant. Violins
played softly over the speakers, taper candles lit the tables in a dim glow, and there was more
silverware on the table than she knew what to do with.
Dmetri excused the maître d and pulled a chair out for her. He looked absolutely decadent in the dim
light. His hair hung long and was pale like the color of white sand. He slid her seat in under her and
his fingers lingered for a moment on her shoulder before he took the seat opposite her.
When a waiter in a black tuxedo came by, Dmetri ordered them a bottle of wine without even looking
at the menu.
Are you going to order my food for me too?
Dmetri s lips pulled into a small smile. Yes.
Without looking at the menu in front of her, she asked, And what do you think I ll want?
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