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And then I’ll hammer her, take her pussy, fucking own it.
Because she is mine.
Her body, her mind, her womb, her blood, it all belongs to me.
The vampire darkness in me roars that she’s a mortal and if I want her, I should just take her, take her right now.
But I am not that sort of vampire and I never have been.
I pull up outside her apartment building, the security light flickering in the lobby. As the light flickers on, I see graffiti on the walls and an out of order sign on the elevator.
The place reeks of filth, and a jagged pain stabs into me at the thought of Tammy staying here.
“Yep,” she says, seeing my looking. “Home sweet home, right?”
“This looks like a horrible place to live,” I mutter.
“Jeez,” she says sarcastically. “Thanks so much for that pearl of wisdom, Torsten. You know, I’ve never actually considered it from that angle before.”
I glance at her, my smirk never leaving my face, not for one damn second.
“I know you don’t want to hear that,” I murmur. “Not when you have to stay here. But I have a proposition for you. A job.”
“What kind of a job?” she asks.
“Are you interested?”
“It depends,” she says quietly. “I’m not exactly qualified for much. I graduated high school, but I’ve never been to college. I’ve worked as a waitress, cleaner, and a courier in the past, but that’s about it. Oh, and in high school, I used to work in an ice cream parlor. I was a whizz at that. So?”
For an absurd moment, I’m almost certain I can feel my heart hammering in my chest at her words.
It’s not, of course, because my heart hasn’t done anything in hundreds of years. It’s still in there, I’m sure, and perhaps the amulet could wake it up again.
But a sensation comes over me, pulling me like a magnet to this woman with her perfect plus size body. Her spirit shines through each sentence she utters, unbreakable, the sort of woman who’d make a fierce and protective mother.
“It’s an antique’s store,” I tell her. “You’d be working with the manager, taking stock, serving customers. A car would pick you up and drop you off every day and the salary would be more than fair.”
She blinks, narrowing her eyes. In my long years, I’ve learned to read people, and right now I can see the indecision shimmering across her features.
“Why me?” she asks.
Because I need to make sure you’re safe. Because if anything happened to you I’d turn full night wraith and give into the blood-lust. Because you are worth fighting a hundred, a thousand battles for. Because you are everything to me, already.
“Maybe I believe in fate,” I say.
“Ooh, mysterious,” she giggles.
“Maybe I believe that I found you tonight for a reason. Maybe you are going to make the perfect … employee.”
She reaches into the back of the car and scoops up Chipper, placing him in her lap and stroking him softly.
“I do need a job if I’m ever going to make rent on this hellhole,” she says.
“You’ll be able to get a better place,” I tell her. “And I’ll advance you a month so that you don’t have to wait.”
“Why?”
“Are you always so suspicious?” I tease.
“Well, yeah,” she says, smiling endearingly. “It’s sort of a survival mechanism. Although I don’t think I can really call myself suspicious tonight after getting into this car with you.”
She bites her lip, making me want to slide my hand up her thigh and slide deeply and wetly inside of her, making her bite it harder.
Then she lets it go and nods.
“I could work in an antique’s store, and if you’re offering a ride, then yeah, sure, I won’t exactly miss public transport. Shall we shake on it?”
As I offer her my hand, I feel the coldness I veiled myself with earlier slipping away. My body burns hot with the blood-lust and it’s only by focusing intently that I can stop my skin from burning the crimson of the feed.
She makes a small moaning sound as she takes my hand.
Hers is soft, clammy, beautiful.
“That’s weird,” she whispers. “You were freezing before.”
“Hmm,” I growl, unable to say anything else.
Every part of me is focused on stopping the red hunger from pulsing into my skin, a trait mortals usually find utterly terrifying.
“I’ll send a car for you tomorrow,” I breathe.
“Okay, thank you,” she says. “I’m apartment number fifty-one. Oh, and will I be able to bring Chipper?”
“Of course.”
“Okay, bye, Torsten. It was nice – you know, and weird – meeting you.”
“And you,” I growl.
The moment she leaves, I reverse and spin the Jaguar around, speeding around the corner and pulling into a nearby alleyway.
I lean back and let out a shivering breath as the blood-lust ebbs and flows inside of me, skin pulsing, the interior of the car lit with moonlight, the walls of the alleyway a scoured crimson.
