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She looked good.
In fact, she looked hot. Her breasts spilled out of the underwire bra. She shook her head, hearing Michelson’s complaints about her basic anatomy. “That lying sonofabitch,” she said aloud. “I’d put his head in a meat grinder if I could. Asshole.”
“So who are we talkin’ about and please dish, because I like your style, my beautiful blond one.”
Shayna whirled toward the doorway, startled by the sudden arrival of a woman who had to be over six feet tall.
“Who are you?” The woman was also blond, but with really long hair caught up in a ponytail that still hit her mid-buttocks. She was beautiful, with ice-blue eyes that had an upper slant at the sides—cat’s eyes, they’d be called. She wore a ton of makeup, snug leopard-print pants, black, leather flats, and a black silk bustier that left little to the imagination.
The woman was stacked.
“I’m Eve. Didn’t Rumy or Yvonne tell you I was coming? Yvonne called and said you need a consultation.” Her gaze fell to Shayna’s cleavage. “Well, don’t you have pretty breasts. I could use you in one of my shows, if you’re game.” She had a wide mouth and eyes that sparkled.
“One of your shows?” Shayna slid into her jeans and quickly donned the tank top.
“I own and operate a club in The Erotic Passage, all consensual and aboveboard. No slaves, nothing that hurts anybody. You’d be a hit.”
Of all the things Shayna had experienced so far, none had come close to astonishing her as much as meeting the owner of a sex club who dressed the part and didn’t mind recruiting humans.
Shayna’s lips twisted into a smile. “I like sex well enough, but I’m really not interested in performing on stage.”
Eve chuckled. “But we could do the whole anthropologist-meets-vampire thing. My clients would go crazy. Do you wear glasses?”
“A bit cliché, don’t you think? And the answer is no I don’t, and again, no, not interested.”
The funny thing was, Shayna wasn’t offended at all by the offer, though her senses told her Eve was only half serious anyway. No wonder Yvonne had spoken of her as not being in the mainstream. So what was it—could Eve help, or did this world lack counselors generally?
“I’m seeing a few questions pass through your eyes. I’ve been told you like to dissect all kinds of issues.”
Shayna shook her head, collecting herself. “Yep, I’m known for my inquisitiveness, but please come in. Yvonne is something special, and she really believed you could help me.”
“I hope I can, but if not, then we’ll figure out what to do next.”
Shayna liked her. She was the kind of woman that lived life full-out, nothing held back, and she doubted she ever apologized for anything. Eve also seemed to have an undercurrent of common sense and kindness about her.
Shayna started to close the armoire door then caught sight of her reflection again. Glancing down, she realized in putting on the tank top she’d forgotten about her original plan to wear it backward. “This will not do.”
“What? Marius will love it.”
“That’s not the problem. All the other men will as well, and that won’t fly.”
Suddenly Marius appeared in the doorway, scowling as he looked her up and down. “No, it sure as hell won’t.”
“Ah. The man has arrived.” Eve turned toward him. “Rumy said you were in bad shape. How you doin’, warrior man?”
“I’ve been better.” He glanced a second time at Shayna, still frowning.
Eve laughed. “Well you look fantastic, like you always do.”
Marius turned toward Eve, a different kind of frown forming a trough between his brows. “So what exactly are you doing here?”
Eve explained, which gave Shayna a chance to just look at Marius. He may have been at death’s door not long ago, but right now he looked amazing. He must have just showered, because his hair was damp, and Rumy had provided him some clothes. He looked sexy as hell, wearing blue jeans that fit his muscular legs beautifully and a long-sleeved navy T-shirt, open at the neck so that his blood-chain showed.
A small tremor went through her at the sight of the single-chain, and what it meant, how connected they were.
She touched hers and her heart rate sped up.
When he glanced her direction, she could see the question in his eyes, but she just smiled and shook her head. In the back of her mind she knew she needed to flip the T-shirt, yet somehow she wanted him looking at her just like this, with her breasts spilling out.
