She cocks her head and appraises me for a moment before shaking with me. “Blue.”
Luciussnorts.
Actually.
Fucking.
Snorts.
This is a set-up on multiple levels, and I’m not sure why.
I fully realize her name’s not actually Blue. “And I can call you…?”
With a little flourish, she indicates her hand-written name tag, which identifies her as Blue.
“What do I have to do to learn your real name?” I’m…desperatefor it.
And let’s be clear that I amneverdesperate.
Aboutanything.
She cocks her head the other way. “Why is that so important to you?”
“I don’t know,” I honestly answer. It’s like I couldn’t lie even if there were a stake pressed to my chest.
I watch as her gaze quickly sweeps me, and I feel my cock aching, throbbing in response. Her right eyebrow cockily arches, just a little. This woman is used to setting the terms of her interactions, and that turns me on even more.
I’d love to be the one who finally wins and tames her.
She moistens her lips with her tongue and I nearly come. “Then maybe once you can tell me why, we’ll play a little game.”
“A game?”
She’s the only one behind the bar, and four people walk up to the far end of it, obviously wanting to place orders.
Blue glances at them, then Lucius.
He subtly tips his head, indicating for her to take care of them.
As she walks away, I want to go rip out the humans’ throats for interrupting us…
Thatshocking mental image pulls me up short.
Holy shit.
Literally, this is a new reaction for me. My control isnevertested like this.
Not in the better part of two thousand years.
Lucius’ hand pats my shoulder. “Let me show you around downstairs, Dexter. Then you can come up and try again.”
I’m still trying to keep my eyes on her even as I back up to follow him. Her gorgeous, rounded hips make that skirt and her hair sway with every step. I always thought heels were sexy, but she’s rocking those Doc Martens boots and her subtle confidence is breathtaking.
Damn.
No one’s ever affected me like this before.
Ever.
