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I'm not your typical vamp. I drink holy water for breakfast, and my boss runs the Vatican. But I’m more like you than you think. My relationship is in the crapper, and I’m asking myself the age old question… “Should I stay or should I go.”
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Compelling the mortals to forget they’d seen him entering the office came as second nature, stealing from his commander and owner of the gentlemen’s club went against everything Nicholai believed in—not to mention it could get him killed.
“Christ, what am I doing?” Despite his shortcomings, he had a moral code that didn’t include stealing. “It’s a loan. I’ll put it back. Desperate times...”
Nicholai took ten stacks of bills with mustard yellow bands, the one-hundred grand he’d lost at the poker table. The cash weighed about two pounds, stood less than six inches tall, and had the capacity to change three lives.
The door opened behind him and a female gasped. Nicholai set the money inside and turned from the open safe, expecting to find one of the employees. A rush of adrenaline stuttered his heart when he met Serena’s eyes.
The woman took stock of the situation. Without a word, she locked the door, pulled her T-shirt over her head. Nicholai opened his mouth to speak, but she slammed against him, tugging his zipper with one hand and closing the safe with the other.
Serena ripped his shirt open and pressed her lips to his almost violently. He grabbed her shoulders to push her away, convinced she’d lost her mind.
“What—” The look on her face tightened his throat. Fear? What the hell? “Serena?”
She dropped to her knees and got down to business.
Nicholai’s brain went blank for several heartbeats. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and urged her head back. Angry woman. Fangs. My favorite appendage. This isn’t wise.
She continued to work him as if her life depended on it.
“Stop, this is—”
The door opened. Lochlain went slack-jawed, his hand still on the knob.
Serena tensed, but kept at it, at him.
“Company.” Nicholai pulled her off him, but kept a hold on her shoulders to prevent her from turning and exposing herself to the bar owner.
She glanced over her shoulder and covered her chest. “Oh, my God.”
Lochlain lingered at the door as if searching for the appropriate words.
Nicholai knew the feeling. Hurricane Serena had flattened them both.
“I’ll be in the bar when you’re finished.” Lochlain closed the door.
Serena sprang to her feet and gathered her clothing.
“What the hell was that about?”
She put her finger to her lips and shook her head.
Realization hit Nicholai much later than it would have had she not dropped to her knees. He turned his head, unable to make eye-contact. She’d saved him from getting caught with his hand in the safe. “You saved my life.”
“Yes I did. Now zip up and get out of here before I strangle you.”
“Christ, what am I doing?” Despite his shortcomings, he had a moral code that didn’t include stealing. “It’s a loan. I’ll put it back. Desperate times...”
Nicholai took ten stacks of bills with mustard yellow bands, the one-hundred grand he’d lost at the poker table. The cash weighed about two pounds, stood less than six inches tall, and had the capacity to change three lives.
The door opened behind him and a female gasped. Nicholai set the money inside and turned from the open safe, expecting to find one of the employees. A rush of adrenaline stuttered his heart when he met Serena’s eyes.
The woman took stock of the situation. Without a word, she locked the door, pulled her T-shirt over her head. Nicholai opened his mouth to speak, but she slammed against him, tugging his zipper with one hand and closing the safe with the other.
Serena ripped his shirt open and pressed her lips to his almost violently. He grabbed her shoulders to push her away, convinced she’d lost her mind.
“What—” The look on her face tightened his throat. Fear? What the hell? “Serena?”
She dropped to her knees and got down to business.
Nicholai’s brain went blank for several heartbeats. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and urged her head back. Angry woman. Fangs. My favorite appendage. This isn’t wise.
She continued to work him as if her life depended on it.
“Stop, this is—”
The door opened. Lochlain went slack-jawed, his hand still on the knob.
Serena tensed, but kept at it, at him.
“Company.” Nicholai pulled her off him, but kept a hold on her shoulders to prevent her from turning and exposing herself to the bar owner.
She glanced over her shoulder and covered her chest. “Oh, my God.”
Lochlain lingered at the door as if searching for the appropriate words.
Nicholai knew the feeling. Hurricane Serena had flattened them both.
“I’ll be in the bar when you’re finished.” Lochlain closed the door.
Serena sprang to her feet and gathered her clothing.
“What the hell was that about?”
She put her finger to her lips and shook her head.
Realization hit Nicholai much later than it would have had she not dropped to her knees. He turned his head, unable to make eye-contact. She’d saved him from getting caught with his hand in the safe. “You saved my life.”
“Yes I did. Now zip up and get out of here before I strangle you.”