That’s my girl.
Quickly, I schooled that thought.
“The Falcon House,” I called out to Frank, definitely not ready for my night with her to end.
She looked at me with wide, surprised eyes.
I smirked, not looking back at her.
“I like crazy. Let’s see what you got, hummingbird,” I said softly, truly meaning it.
11
KLAUS
“Vanilla is just so… Klaus.” Rosalie smiled at me.
I laughed and shook my head. We were at The Falcon House, and she was a sassy little thing. “You’re a handful, aren’t you?”
“Looks like yours are empty.” She nodded to my hands.
All night, she’d been driving me mad. I kept fighting this surge of unfamiliar feelings inside me, but I couldn’t any longer. I knew Sylar told me that this was someone I needed to follow through on. It baffled me, but I was grateful it was her.
I reached out and ran my knuckles along her delicate jaw before I gripped her chin tightly. Her lips parted as she stared up at me, daring me to just have a little taste…
“I know you think I’m one thing, but I assure you, I’m not,” I murmured. She leaned into my touch a little, which only made my heartbeat race.
“Wow. Get a little alcohol in you, and you start telling the truth,” she said thickly.
“You’re maddening,” I replied softly, letting my gaze trail over her pretty face. Her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol.
“Do you like it?” she asked.
“I find it intriguing,” I murmured, continuing to drink her in. Fuck, the way she smelled. So sweet. Something forbidden, but damn, if I didn’t want to claim her.
The feeling was becoming overwhelming. I leaned in a little closer to her as she wiggled her hot little ass in her seat. Her body brushed against mine, sending a torrent of electricity through me.
“How old are you?” she asked.
I smirked at the question. “I’m forty-one.”
“Not too old.”
I laughed at that. Carefully, I took one of her red curls and tucked it behind her ear. She moved closer, her eyelids heavy.
She was a breath away. I could claim her here and now, but I needed answers. I wasn’t the sort of man who stole women from their men.
“What happened between you and Alessandro?” I asked softly.
She stiffened and looked away from me, her lips turning down into a deep frown. The sparks faded as her mood shifted.
“Nothing.”
“Lies,” I said. “What do I have to do to you to get you to tell me?”
She nibbled her bottom lip for a moment before answering.
“What do you want to do?”
