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Maxine blew a kiss on her departure before turning to me with her hands on her hips. “Well, now that the crone is gone, tell me about yourself, Sky Vincent.”
She had to tilt her chin up to meet my eyes and I fought the instinctual urge to crouch to her level when she addressed me.
I had barely opened my mouth to reply when Max’s attention was caught by someone behind me. “Hunter! Look, she’s here!”
Maxine barreled past me and I turned to find a new figure approaching us, this woman significantly more intimidating than the receptionist. Hunter, I presumed, was an athletic-looking woman in a black suit, with raven hair worthy of its own shampoo commercial. Her crisp attire had me rethinking my shabby jeans and T-shirt.
She barely glanced my way, her mouth turning down at the corners as she spoke over Maxine’s introduction. “Why is she here? Jeremy is hunting for any hint of weakness in Jordan, who’s to say he won’t be back?”
Max shrugged. “Jordan has reset the wards around the building. No supernatural will be able to pass in or out without her knowing about it. Besides, Sky is safer with us than alone in that apartment.”
She shot me a smile, taking my hand to guide me through the lobby. “We’re going to get some coffee. Jordan told me you’re a bit of a caffeine fiend.”
“I suppose that’s one way to put it.”
Hunter was looking at me like I was shit under her shoe, but she followed along behind us to the coffee station where Max charmed the barista into giving us a discount on three steaming cups of Joe.
That night, I was already dozing in the queen-sized bed by the time Jordan got back to the apartment. We hadn’t discussed what had happened between us the other night, and I wasn’t even sure she wanted me in her bed again, but it seemed redundant to return to the couch now.
Jordan seemed pleasantly surprised to see me in her bed, trying and failing to mask her grin as she flicked the bedside lamp on and shimmied into an oversized T-shirt.
“Jeremy is nowhere to be found. But on the bright side, I found the perfect dress for you to wear to the festival.”
I blinked sleep from my eyes, groggily twisting under the covers to face her. “You went shopping? I thought you were supposed to be doing important vampire things.”
“I was,” Jordan rebutted, kicking off her suit pants and climbing in beside me. “Part of my preparation for the Black Moon ceremony involves finding an outfit my mother will approve of. Very important stuff.”
“I can’t believe you ditched me at work to go shopping.”
The bedside lamp cast an orange glow over the room, turning Jordan’s hair to spun gold where it draped over the pillow. She remained at arm’s length under the covers, flashing me a tired smile. “I hear you got along swimmingly with my coworkers.”
I wrinkled my nose. “I don’t think Hunter likes me very much. Either that or she’s got a massive stick up her ass, in which case she should go see a doctor.”
“That’s just how she is. She’ll warm up in due time.” Jordan snickered quietly. “She’s probably just ticked off at all the admin I had her do to find you.”
“Maxine may have filled me in on the February work function incident.”
Jordan rolled onto her stomach and groaned loudly into the pillow. Her words were muffled and her face no doubt a flaming red when she answered. “In my defense, that table was old. It was going to break anyway, regardless of who may or may not have been dancing on it.”
“I’m sure you would have made a lovely show girl in a different life,” I muttered dryly.
The vampiress peeked under her arm at me, a smirk playing on her lips. “You’re awfully impudent today.”
I had been awfully impudent most days lately, having quickly discovered that Jordan was more often entertained than annoyed by it. That dynamic suited me just fine, considering my humor tended toward the sardonic in a way that drove most eligible partners to insanity.
Tonight, however, a new worry plagued my mind and I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to know the answers to my questions. From what I could pry from Maxine and Hunter, I was not the first human in Jordan’s life. But the other vampires had insisted I question Jordan myself, unwilling to spill the beans on the topic.
I wasn’t even sure why the prospect of Jordan having previous human partners bothered me so much. But it did, and that made me unsure of myself. And rather than feeling unsure of myself, I chose to be impudent.
“Jordan?”
“Hmm?” The vampiress’ eyes opened lazily and I had to turn my face away from that lustrous gaze. I had chosen to be irritable but the woman beside me was far too distracting to uphold that decision for long.
I kept my eyes to the ceiling, my hands folded over my stomach. “Maxine mentioned that you’ve had… relations with humans in the past.”
Jordan perked up at that and shimmied closer. I could feel her eyes on me but I refused to face her, organizing my features into a blank expression.
“Yes, that’s true.” Jordan walked two fingers up my thigh and over my hip, threatening to derail my train of thought. “Why do you ask?”
