“I’ll call tonight and test your new setup.” I winked as I turned the car on and pulled out of her driveway. On my way home, I chose to go the long way, and in doing so, I passed the movie theater I was pretending to work at.
Maybe I should apply. Would it be terrible to get a job? It’d be terrible to lose Scout because of a stupid lie. I just found her.
I decided to ruminate on the idea and head home. By the time I pulled into my driveway, the sun had long since fallen, and it was night. Disappointment and panic shot through me as I saw Aleida’s bright red ’94 Mustang in my driveway. The top was up, so I couldn’t see until I parked beside her, whether or not she was inside it. I turned the car off and turned to look.
Hello, Aleida.
She leapt out of her car, and I moved out of mine.
“What are you doing here?” I asked. Despite it being the middle of the week, she was wearing a mini dress and her hair was done up in a way that made it look like she was on her way to the club.
“I haven’t seen my fiancé in a few days.” She rolled her eyes and made her way to my car, her heels clicking on the cement. “I missed you.” She tried to hug me, but I shoved her off and wiggled my keys. Despite living way across the town from Scout and her friends, paranoia made me aware of my open yard.
“Let’s go inside,” I muttered and brushed past her. She followed behind me, and only when we were safely inside my house did I relax some.
“Why are you so stiff? You’ve been acting odd since I got back from Vegas.”
“What do you mean?” I went to the kitchen to fetch a beer.
“Where have you been?”
“I was hanging out with the guys. You know, while I still can.” I turned and popped the cap of the bottle. She crossed her arms. Her blood-red eyes were looking me up and down, analyzing me. Could she smell Scout on me? Vampires’ senses were enhanced, and Scout and I had spent a large portion of the day entangled in each other on the couch.
Fuck.
“You don’t smell like weed or beer,” Aleida noted, confirming my worries.
“I’m sorry? You hate the smell of weed.”
She scrunched up her nose and looked around my place. Despite my use of candles and the cleaner that came once a week, I couldn’t get the smell of weed out of this place.
“Whatever, keep your secrets. It won’t matter in a year. I just came to ask how it felt.”
Flashes of that night in my car, when I finger fucked Scout’s perfect pussy, flew through my mind and made my hand shake.
“How what felt?”
Glorious.
I hadn’t even gotten my cock wet, and it was easily the best sexual experience I’d had to date. But that wasn’t what she was asking about. Laughing, she strode over to me, placing a long, painted finger on my cheek. She slid it down my jawline and popped my parted mouth shut.
“I heard that you killed Lawson Loren.” The grin that curved her red lips turned my blood cold. She flashed her fangs and her red eyes glinted. “I want to know everything.”
