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“You can’t re-create them?” I asked, rinsing out the tea ball. Cal grunted, which I assumed was a negative response. “Well, I guess I’m going to have to visit the Council office.”
“No.” He went into the living room, snagged his laptop bag, and rifled through it for some random piece of paper.
“Why not? You didn’t have any problem sending me to your house when you needed information.”
“That was before—before I thought it was possible that someone could be lying in wait to hurt you. They weren’t supposed to be able to do that, Iris. They weren’t supposed to be able to get into my house. I had to sit there and listen while you were—It won’t happen again. I won’t have it.”
“You won’t have it?” I shot back. “You won’t have it? Where in your contract did it say, ‘Cal the vampire makes all decisions for Iris Scanlon?’ Have you ever seen me at the Council office before, Cal?” I asked.
He ground his teeth, which I took as a no.
“And why do you think that is? I mean, I have to stop by the office on a regular basis to collect paperwork, drop off invoices and deliveries. The offices are only open at night. How do you think I conduct my business without being seen by anyone but Ophelia? I’m like a ghost in that place. You spend enough time around people who are hardwired to see your kind as prey, you learn to move quickly and quietly, to stay in shadows and behind doors. I know how to stay as unobtrusive as possible.”
“To drop off paperwork, yes,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Not to break into Ophelia’s desk.”
“I’m not going to break into anything,” I protested. “Ophelia hates to file. All of her papers are kept in stacks on the table behind her desk. And she’s rarely in her office, unless she’s expecting me, so it should be easily accessible. And as for your workspace, if your house is any indication, there’s hardly anything there. It should be easy to sift through your desk, too.”
“I said no.”
“And that would matter if you were my daddy. But since you’re not—Look, the sooner you have your information, the sooner you can finish your investigation and the sooner you can get out of my house and leave my little armpit of a town. That’s what you want, right?”
“Not like this, I don’t.”
“I just want to help. How am I supposed to sit around the house, watering plants and balancing my checkbook, knowing that you’ve toddled off to that nest of vipers, weakened and not quite at your stealthiest, to get yourself even deeper into trouble?”
“Weakened?” He growled. He hauled me against the wall with his hand gripped around my throat, squeezing lightly. I was pinned by his hips again, scrambling for purchase as I fought gravity and an irritated vampire. I flailed my limbs and ended up wrapped around him like a climbing vine. He glared at me, his fangs down. “This is what matters. Strength. Even weakened as I am, I would be able to hurt you, Iris. It has nothing to do with gender or how intelligent you are. Is it better for me to treat you as an equal, as someone with thoughts and opinions and feelings as important as my own? Yes, but at the end of the day, the only way to stay alive is strength.”
“What is your deal with walls?” I demanded, shoving his hand away from my throat. He grunted and trapped my wrist over my head. No matter how I tensed the muscles, I couldn’t pull away. I was caught, pinned like a butterfly. I hissed out a breath, glowering at him … which he seemed to find amusing.
“Why can’t you be afraid, like a normal woman would be?” he sighed, exasperated, fighting the upward motion at the corners of his mouth. “For God’s sake, you were attacked and bitten by an angry vampire a day ago. Why aren’t you afraid of me?”
“Because you wouldn’t hurt me.”
Eyes narrowed, he lunged for me. I tensed and squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable plunge of fangs through my skin, but instead felt a cool, insistent pressure at my mouth. Cal’s tongue slipped past my lips to claim my mouth. He kissed my chin, the little indentation above my lips, my throat. I clung to him, clutching at his faded navy work shirt. We slid down the wall, sinking to our knees on the floor.
Cal threaded his hands through my hair, pulling me close, pressing my breasts against his rough shirt. I rose on my knees, giving his hair a gentle tug back as I rolled my hips over the rigid bulge in his lap. He shuddered, throwing his head back as I rode up and down. My heart stuttered as I moved, sending wondering fluttering sparks from my belly to my thighs.
“Is this your idea of hurting me?” I asked, my lips curling up. He dove, cutting me off by closing his mouth over mine, cupping my face between his hands. Swallowing a giggle, I attempted to scoot away, but he anchored me with a hand splayed across my back. He moved my hips in a circle, trying to re-create that delicious grinding pressure.
I tilted my head, running my lips along the rough line of his jaw, nibbling the point where the bone met his throat. Cal slid his hand up my spine, dragging my bra straps down my shoulders. He nibbled from my collarbone down to the swell of my chest, tracing the top of each soft swell of flesh with his tongue. I ran my fingertips along the ridge of his stomach muscles before dragging the shirt over his head.
My bra clasp snapped, leaving my breasts to fall forward into his waiting hands. At the sight of them, high and firm and plum-tipped, he growled again and shoved me back against the wall. He eased the skirt down my thighs, pulling my legs free. He dragged his mouth along my bare ankle, tickling the delicate bone with the rough pad of his tongue.
Twisting his neck at inhuman angles as he moved, he nibbled my shin, my kneecap, the back of my knee, my inner thigh. When he reached my panties, he pressed a kiss to the fabric just over my heated flesh. He gently bit the soft skin just below my belly button, moving up to take one nipple into his mouth as he kneaded the other in his hand. I sighed, arching into his mouth as I threaded my fingers through his dark hair.>Unable to answer that question aloud, I nodded, keeping my eyes glued to the sink full of dirty pancake dishes that I’d resolved to wash in the morning. The awkward silence hung heavy between us, and I wished I could find something clever to say about his technique. But the encounter at his house, the vodka, and the late hour had taken their toll. I was too tired for sarcasm.
He cleared his throat. “If you have trouble sleeping, you know where I am.”
—
I did have trouble sleeping. Exhausted, I tossed and turned, unable to find a comfortable position, the right angle for my pillows. The blankets were too warm, but the sheet was too cool. And there were moments during that lonely time between two and four A.M. that I seriously considered toddling down the stairs to the basement and crawling into Cal’s tent. But my apprehension was twofold. First, Gigi would hear me, and the teasing would be excruciating. And second, Cal had me all wobbly and off balance. And crawling into his tent after he’d seen that mortifying scene with Paul, after the way I’d mounted him against the door, felt like a concession.
Instead, I took advantage of the whatchamacallit in my nightstand.
I was not this woman, this ill-tempered, impulsive bimbo who resorted to nightstand candy in the face of a little stress and writhed all over clients just because they happened to be present and shirtless. I was a levelheaded, responsible single-parent figure, who had responsibilities and bills to pay and no time for ill-fated dalliances with the undead. Instead of sleeping, I made a mental list of reasons that starting any sort of personal relationship with Cal was stupid on the level of alligator wrestling or electing a member of the Jersey Shore cast to public office.
By sunrise, I had a list of 268, including “Stockholm syndrome be damned, you have to serve as a good example for Gigi” and “Vampires do not date ‘the help.’ They eat ‘the help.’ ” But most of them applied to vampires in general, not Cal, whose only flaws so far were snark and emotional unavailability.
I dragged my butt out of bed, flinging myself out the door at first light without benefit of coffee or refined sugar, and began my workday as usual … after a stop at Walmart for one of those tacky Vampire Home Defense Kits.
