smug smirk.
He shrugged. “Nothing.” Then he pulled down the bedding
and climbed in.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Going to sleep.”
“But…I thought…supplies?” This whole forgetting simple
sentence structure thing was truly getting embarrassing.
“It’s almost dawn.” He pointed to the window. She glanced
at the closed drapes. When she met his gaze again he pointed to himself.
“Vampire.” Then he gave her a look like she’d lost more brain cells.
She shook her head, jarring her scattered thoughts,
hoping to form a coherent sentence amidst her rising frustration. “And just
what am I supposed to do?”
“Sleep. We’ll have to make our preparations at night
until I can get an elixir to walk in the daylight.”
“You told me to get cleaned up because you wouldn’t travel
with a ‘sorry looking female,’” she said imitating his deep accented voice.
“The same applies for my bed.”
Her eyes widened with disbelief. Arrogant,
assuming male! “Your bed?” She was horror-struck. “You expect me to
sleep with you?”
He shrugged. “Unless you prefer the floor.”
“I do!” She stomped to the bed and pulled off all the blankets, tossing the bloody bedspread in the corner with a disgusted
expression. Leaving one measly sheet for him she dragged the rest of them to
the floor. “A sorcerer would have given me the bed.”
“Yes, well, we’ve already established I’m not a sorcerer,
haven’t we?”
Jerk! Sage had better have
a good reason for sending this particular vampire to get her. Otherwise she was
going to question their friendship. Erin fluffed her pillows and tucked the
blankets around her on the carpeted floor. After a long time brooding, she
finally fell asleep.
Her stomach growling was the first thing to wake her. Second
was the realization that she lay on something soft and cozy, not the hard
floor. She opened her eyes with a soft groan, rolled over and smacked right
into a large male body. What the –
She bolted upright. How did she get in the bed? The clock
on the side table read four in the afternoon. No wonder she was hungry.Marcelo was silent and still beside her, sleeping
like the dead. At least he wasn’t in a coffin. She peeked under the sheet. And
at least he’d kept his pants on. She took a moment to study the rest of him. He
was just as she remembered the night before, looking like the bronzed god of
the Nile. The urge to stroke his smooth flawless skin overwhelmed her. Tempted
to reach out and touch him in a way that was so not appropriate for
someone with a boyfriend, she clasped her hands together tightly. The warmth
radiating from the vampire was almost enough to make her pull the blankets up,
and go back to a dreamless sleep. But her stomach wouldn’t let her.
She slipped out of bed, threw on her boots, and tiptoed
to the door. Before she reached it, a hulking figure appeared a few feet in
front of her. Her breath hitched in her throat as she prepared to scream.
“Just where do you think you’re going?” a familiar voice
rumbled.
With an irritated sigh she folded her arms over her
chest. “I’m hungry. Humans eat during the day.”
Marcelo looked at the clock, then back at Erin. “I
thought you had panic attacks in public?” His voice was rough with sleep and
she was surprised to find it so sexy.
“I was just going to the vending machine.”
He moved away from the door, grabbed the hotel book off
the desk and skimmed through the pages. “You can order room service.”
“How did I end up in the bed?”
“I put you there.”
“But I –”
“You were whimpering in your sleep. It was keeping me
awake.”
Her eyes met the carpet. “Oh.” Yeah, that happened from
time to time. So he’d seen her having a nightmare. How embarrassing.
“Here.” He handed her the room service menu. “Order what
you like.” He rubbed his hands over his bleary face. “I’m going to take a
shower.” As if he just realized she was there, his eyes
He shrugged. “Nothing.” Then he pulled down the bedding
and climbed in.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Going to sleep.”
“But…I thought…supplies?” This whole forgetting simple
sentence structure thing was truly getting embarrassing.
“It’s almost dawn.” He pointed to the window. She glanced
at the closed drapes. When she met his gaze again he pointed to himself.
“Vampire.” Then he gave her a look like she’d lost more brain cells.
She shook her head, jarring her scattered thoughts,
hoping to form a coherent sentence amidst her rising frustration. “And just
what am I supposed to do?”
“Sleep. We’ll have to make our preparations at night
until I can get an elixir to walk in the daylight.”
“You told me to get cleaned up because you wouldn’t travel
with a ‘sorry looking female,’” she said imitating his deep accented voice.
“The same applies for my bed.”
Her eyes widened with disbelief. Arrogant,
assuming male! “Your bed?” She was horror-struck. “You expect me to
sleep with you?”
He shrugged. “Unless you prefer the floor.”
“I do!” She stomped to the bed and pulled off all the blankets, tossing the bloody bedspread in the corner with a disgusted
expression. Leaving one measly sheet for him she dragged the rest of them to
the floor. “A sorcerer would have given me the bed.”
“Yes, well, we’ve already established I’m not a sorcerer,
haven’t we?”
Jerk! Sage had better have
a good reason for sending this particular vampire to get her. Otherwise she was
going to question their friendship. Erin fluffed her pillows and tucked the
blankets around her on the carpeted floor. After a long time brooding, she
finally fell asleep.
Her stomach growling was the first thing to wake her. Second
was the realization that she lay on something soft and cozy, not the hard
floor. She opened her eyes with a soft groan, rolled over and smacked right
into a large male body. What the –
She bolted upright. How did she get in the bed? The clock
on the side table read four in the afternoon. No wonder she was hungry.Marcelo was silent and still beside her, sleeping
like the dead. At least he wasn’t in a coffin. She peeked under the sheet. And
at least he’d kept his pants on. She took a moment to study the rest of him. He
was just as she remembered the night before, looking like the bronzed god of
the Nile. The urge to stroke his smooth flawless skin overwhelmed her. Tempted
to reach out and touch him in a way that was so not appropriate for
someone with a boyfriend, she clasped her hands together tightly. The warmth
radiating from the vampire was almost enough to make her pull the blankets up,
and go back to a dreamless sleep. But her stomach wouldn’t let her.
She slipped out of bed, threw on her boots, and tiptoed
to the door. Before she reached it, a hulking figure appeared a few feet in
front of her. Her breath hitched in her throat as she prepared to scream.
“Just where do you think you’re going?” a familiar voice
rumbled.
With an irritated sigh she folded her arms over her
chest. “I’m hungry. Humans eat during the day.”
Marcelo looked at the clock, then back at Erin. “I
thought you had panic attacks in public?” His voice was rough with sleep and
she was surprised to find it so sexy.
“I was just going to the vending machine.”
He moved away from the door, grabbed the hotel book off
the desk and skimmed through the pages. “You can order room service.”
“How did I end up in the bed?”
“I put you there.”
“But I –”
“You were whimpering in your sleep. It was keeping me
awake.”
Her eyes met the carpet. “Oh.” Yeah, that happened from
time to time. So he’d seen her having a nightmare. How embarrassing.
“Here.” He handed her the room service menu. “Order what
you like.” He rubbed his hands over his bleary face. “I’m going to take a
shower.” As if he just realized she was there, his eyes
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