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“You’re being mean, Christian,” she whines.
Fucking hell, what does this woman think of me?
“I’m always mean to you.”
“Yes, but that’s in bed,” she says, fluttering her eyelashes. She takes a step forward, placing her hand on my neck. “Remember how much fun we used to have?”
I run a thumb across my jaw. “That’s history, Loretta.”
Her gaze flares, right before she starts kissing the side of my neck. Usually, this would get me going, but I feel cold. Empty. She’s not the woman I want.
“It doesn’t have to be,” Loretta whispers, close to my lips.
I push her off, “Listen, Loretta. We had a fun time, really. But this is fucking over. Considering you don’t work at this pub anymore, I don’t want to see you within a ten-mile radius again. You understand?”
She wants to say something in retort but she must see something in my face because she nods jerkily, looking down at her feet. I’m about to walk out of the room but think better of it, stopping to whisper in her ear.
“And if you ever talk about Daniella or disrespect her in any way again, you’ll regret it.”
Her eyes are wide and fearful as they meet mine.
“I would hate to mess up that pretty face of yours.”
She walks out, and after a few minutes, so do I. Thinking about Daniella so much is messing with my head, and now I want to see her. So I head home, despite it being the middle of the day.
She’s not in her room when I arrive. I check the basement gym but she’s not there, either. A maid passes by me and I tell her to stop.
“Where is she?” I question, no need to clarify who I’m talking about.
“She’s in her art room, sir.”
My head cocks to the side. According to the help, Daniella doesn’t allow anyone in the room, and I’ll admit I’ve been curious about what she gets up to in there.
“Which room?” I question.
She directs me there and right when I’m about to open the door, Daniella steps out. Her eyes widen when she takes me in.
“Did something happen?” she questions. “You’re home at an ungodly hour.”
“It’s three o’clock, Evans.”
“I meant ungodly for you. Most normal people are fine with showing their faces in the afternoon. I only ever get to see you at night or in the mornings. Are you sure you’re good, though? What if you melt?”
Amusement fills me. “Melt?”
“Vampires don’t like the sun.”
“So you’re comparing me to a vampire now?”
“I’ve yet to see any evidence to the contrary.”
“Vampires have fangs, right? But I don’t bite,tesoro.”
“Liar.”
A smile tugs at my lips. “I won’t bite you unless you ask for it.”
Her eyes narrow, although the blush on her cheeks is a dead giveaway that my words affect her.
