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While focusing on the club I could see from two blocks away, I ignored the urge to wonder whether Eric was a handsy guy—and how it might feel to have that all the time.
I took a shaky breath. “Whatever. As long as you’re consistent.”
“Is that permission to grab your ass?”
“That’s permission to act like my boyfriend.”
Although he wouldn’t hear too many complaints from me.
Unless the teasing got to be too much.
I gulped down some air and grabbed his hand. “Let’s go.”
My boots clicked decisively on the cement as we marched up the block to the club. Eric strode elegantly beside me with a hand casually tucked into his pocket and his chin in the air like he was the hottest biker in town. Might as well have been with that getup he was wearing. Everything about it screamed bad boy toy.
He craned his neck in my direction and whispered, “Got a plan to get in?”
“I have connections in the area. Just look cute and be quiet, okay?”
“I should be the one saying that to you.”
I chuckled. “Mad about the power switch?”
“Not at all, darling.” He gripped my bottom, causing me to squeak. “I’ll just wrestle my power back later.”
Was he joking? Or was he just playing his part a little too well? Either way, my heart was fluttering, and I was properly flustered by the time we reached the entrance of Drip. A vampire bouncer the same size as Eric stepped forward wearing a silky red button-down and tight leather pants.
He held up his right hand. “Name?”
“Regina Artemis.”
His eyes lit up. “Say, if it isn’t the witch bitch herself. You changed your hair.”
Eric clutched my waist. I guessed he didn’t quite like the familiarity of this vampire with me, or he just didn’t like the vampire in general. Part of me hoped it was a show of possessiveness.
And maybe there was a hint of truth to it, too.
The bouncer stepped aside and waved his hand. “Let in Mistress Artemis, won’t you?”
People at the front of the line complained about us passing them until the second bouncer—even larger than the first—puffed up and growled. Many perks came with being a Navarro witch, and I had managed to make another name for myself in the process as a mistress of moon magic.
Bass-heavy EDM blasted us as we walked through the double doors into a chrome walkway leading us toward a cerulean-tinted tube containing electrical lights. Around the tube was a wide bar with an array of drinks that made me thirsty to see it. Silver rails on either side of us kept the walkway mostly safe while revealing the crowd of writhing bodies beneath us.
Eric nuzzled his nose into my ear. “Mistress?”
“Someone has to put them in place, right?”
“I bet you’ve never been put in place.”
I shouldered his chest, giggling when he wrestled for control again by gripping part of my exposed hip. I hissed while trying to keep my march steady. So far, it was a convincing performance for him to be all over me. Handsy had been perfect.
Yet I wasn’t sure it was good for me to keep allowing it.
No matter. We reached the bar within another ten feet and ordered drinks. When the bartender returned, I sized him up, studying his lanky appearance, muted skin like used-up black soil, and pale silver eyes. Bald head, long nails, moistened lips tinted with a little bit of red.
He was a vampire who would know things.
I leaned over the counter, allowing my jugs to plump up as I caught the bartender’s attention. One lascivious glance at my melons had him salivating.
