He glances around. “May I ask a stupid question?”
“Because it’s a very small apartment, and it’s just me. I never have visitors. And I only get what I need because I leave it behind when I bug out, if it won’t fit in my car.”
He smirks. “Nowwho’s psychic?”
I shrug. “You had a ‘look’. Call it abject curiosity.”
He holds out his hands, wiggling his fingers at me, and I lay mine in his. “Ask me anything,” he says.
“Right now, I’m still in the processing stage.” He starts massaging my hands. “You’re not allowed to kill anyone at the club tomorrow. Even if they flirt with me.”
He growls. “Why not?”
“Murder’s bad. Lucius forbids it on the premises, unless he’s ordered it. Besides, sometimes the tips are better if I pretend to flirt a little. Especially if it’s a newer vamp who doesn’t yet know I’m immune to their charms.”
His growl deepens, and my clit flutters in response. “Yeah, I’ll need some of those pencils of yours.” But I see the hint of the smirk, the way one corner of his kissable lips is twitching a little.
We start talking again, andtalking.
And taaalllking.
And, before long, we’ve totally lost track of time. “When do you need to head back to your hotel?” I ask.
“I’m sure I have plenty of time.”
“What time is it?”
“I’m not sure.”
That’s when I take a look out the windows, at the way the eastern sky is turning deep purple beyond the mountains. “Oh, crap!” I jump up.
“What?”
“You realize you should have been out of here about twenty minutes ago, right?”
He stands. “What? Why? I’m sorry, did I say something wrong? I thought we were having a lovely conversation.”
I point at the wall of windows in my apartment. “It’s close to dawn. You gottago!”
“So?” He shrugs. “You know what I am now. I’ll simply go to sleep. Draw the curtains. I promise, I’ll keep my clothes on and my hands to myself. You won’t even know I’m here.”
“Believe me, I’d love to take you up on that, buuuut got a slight problem.”
“What?”
I walk over to my fricking.
Wall.
Of.
Windows.
And hold out my hands. “Ta-da, dumbass. Do youseeany fricking curtains? Kind of thepoint. I have window film, so people can’t see inside them at night, not that there’s much chance of that, anyway. But the windows flooding the room with light were a selling point when I signed the lease because I sort of have a problem with the dark.”
His brow furrows. “What about your bedroom? We can close the curtains and wrap me in a blanket. I’ll be fine. I’ve done it before, in a pinch.”
I stomp my foot and make the same two-handed wave at the rest of the room. “Thisismy bedroom. Murphy bed. It’s anefficiencyapartment. One room, no waiting.That’swhere the ‘efficient’ part of ‘efficiency apartment’ comes into play.”
