His eyes widen as the severity of the problem seems to finally—finally—sink in. “Oh, shit!”
“Exactlywhat I’ve been trying totellyou, genius. With traffic, you won’t be able to make it back to your hotel in time. Even if you try running, you’ll be cutting it dangerously close. Not that I haven’t enjoyed our evening—because I have—but Ireallydon’t want to have to go back to my boss and explain his old friend, guest, and nephew turned into a used piece of charcoal in my fucking. Living. Room. Oh, in a building owned by the Tucson pack Alpha. Who is expecting to ink averylucrative real estate deal with you!”
Now hefinally—thankfully—looks like he’s starting to worry. “What about your bathroom?”
“Has a window. Frosted glass, but still, we’re facing east. I don’t have any way of blocking the window. For someone as old as you are, you’rereallybad at this vampire stuff, you know that?”
Now his composure cracks. “How can younothaveanycurtains?”
“How can younothave an app on your phone to tell you the times of sundown and sunrise based on a GPS fix of your current location, and which sets off an alarm to let you know it’s close to frickingsunrise?”
“They have those?”
O. M. Fricking GEE.I’m losing my shit. The guy’s adorable, but how thehellcan he be so damned old and rich if he’sthisfuckingstupid?
I guess the old adage of guys getting stupider when they think with the little brain even applies to vamps.
“My closet.” I walk over and yank the door open to my large walk-in closet. “In.” I turn on the light and grab a T-shirt to sleep in, and clothes to wear for my shift later, so I’m not waiting for Fangster Hunkadoofalus to wake up from his beauty nap before I can start getting ready for work.
I turn, and he’s standing in the closet doorway and evaluating it. “Is it light-proof?”
“It will be when I give you a blanket to wrap yourself in and shove towels under the door so there’s no light leaking in that way. It’s either this, or you curl up in the cabinet under my kitchen sink. Personally, I think this’ll be more comfortable.”
“Right.” He tucks his hands into his pockets and seems to consider his lack of other options.
“And go use the bathroom. No peeing in my closet.”
“Ah. Good idea.” He does. When he returns, he’s carrying his blazer, leaving him in his vest and shirt.
I still can’t get over how he looks like Ianto.
Le sigh.
Why’s he got to look so fricking yummy? And in such a delicious way?
Why do I have to feel…attractedto him?
I’ve never feltattractedto one of the vamps before, or the shifters. Not like this. I mean, yeah, I banged the cheetah shifter, but he wasn’t really even boyfriend material. And, yes, the vamps are fucking hot.
I can think they look hot and not have my lady bits sudsing up like a freaking junior varsity cheerleader car wash.
But Dexter Van Sussex is different.
Why’d he have to be so damned different in such a good way?
I grab the blanket for him and give him a healthy shove. “Inside. You said you’re used to roughing it. Think of it like camping.”
He turns, holding the blanket. “Other than my unfortunate logistical snafu, how was our second date?”
I start laughing when he smiles. “Dude, I don’t know what to think about you.” I brush a kiss across his lips. “You need a keeper.”
“Interested in the position?” He waggles his eyebrows at me.
“I’m sure I’ll be interested in a lot of positions with you, if you keep up the good work with me, and you remember to not burn to ashes.”
I step back and grab a couple of towels. While I’m thinking about it, I snag a pair of shorts and a tank top from the closet, to wear before I have to get dressed for work. At least the closet door is on the same wall as the bathroom door, meaning perpendicular to the big fricking wall of windows. By eleven or so, this wall will lie in shadows.
I start to close the door. “Hey, do me a favor.”
