face. “You’re a decent looking guy. Surely you’ve seen a naked woman before.”
“What’s your name?” He ignores my question.
“Blakely.” Why can’t he just shut up?
“Your real name,” he demands.
“Blakely,” I reply, as I continue to roll my body back and forth.
He grabs my forearm and sits up abruptly. His sunglasses hide his eyes, but I can feel their glare trying to burn a hole through me.
I try to pull his energy, but sense nothing. No energy? How did I miss this when I entered the room? My heart pounds and I twist out of his grip. “Aldo.” I stare down at him, hiding my fear behind a wall as strong as egg shell.
“ That was easy.” His eyebrows shift up as if he just rolled his eyes. “Can’t say I’m surprised.”
I inhale a deep br eath to calm myself and remember what my aunt told me. Stay in control of my reaction. “Why do you want to know?”
He releases a short laugh through his nose. “It’s a game. I like seeing people fol d to me, especially dirty little whores.”
I pause, shocked , which I’m sure is obvious, given my stunned stare, and my mouth hanging wide open. This guy is a total douche bag. You get that type sometimes. They talk to us as if were dogs. Of course, this guy is on a different level. I would drain him, like other nasty-mouthed jerks I’ve handled in the past, but I can’t. Playing nice is all I have.
“Time’s up.” I smile while holding the giant lump in my throat at bay.
“Yes, it is,” he agrees in an eerie way. His brows rise as he slowly nods in agreement.
I turn to walk out, but turn around to lash out at him. Screw being nice. “Oh, and sir...” I use my most polite tone.
“Yes.”
“A sell out would’ve gotten naked. Go fuck yourself.” I deliver the words with a huge smile and leave quickly without seeing his reaction. I make my way back into the dressing room, walking on what feels like legs made of Jell-O.
The girls in the room turn and stare at me.
“What’s wrong , Aldo?” Alina asks. Topless and wearing heels, she walks over and wraps an arm around me, her exposed breast touches my arm. “Sit down.”
As she walks me to my chair, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I’m pale as a ghost. No wonder everyone is staring at me.
.
seven
Past
After our meeting at Casa Grande, Thomas surprised me by returning to my dreams that night. I was sure after my behavior, he would have washed his hands of me, but I was wrong.
“Are you still angry with me?” He stood directly behind me , and I tensed, my body acutely aware of his proximity.
“No.” I shrugged, smiling slightly where he couldn’t see me.
“Really?”
I turned to face him. “There isn’t anything to be angry about.” I tried to act as if I didn’t care. Regardless of how I felt, the chances of Thomas and I becoming more than friends, were slim to none. He was older than me, and I was sure while the idea of a young girl with a crush flattered him he would never consider dating me.
“O kay.” He looked at my board behind me. “What are you working on here?”
“ Lucy told me about vampires tonight and I’m organizing my thoughts.”
“So you know?”
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” I felt his pull as he stood beside me, like two magnets drawn to each other. I wondered if it was only me that felt it or did he feel it too, only he was better at hiding it.
“I would have eventually, but sometimes people need to find things out at their own pace.”
“I guess.” I shrug and motion my hands to move the information on my board to allow room for more.
“Aldo, can I say something?” He changed the subject.
“Of course. ” I met his eyes. Damn his eyes are gorgeous . I tried to focus on keeping my emotions intact, accepting the situation for what it really was.
“I just wanted to apologize for today if I offended you. It wasn’t my intention. You seem like such a nice young…eh…
“What’s your name?” He ignores my question.
“Blakely.” Why can’t he just shut up?
“Your real name,” he demands.
“Blakely,” I reply, as I continue to roll my body back and forth.
He grabs my forearm and sits up abruptly. His sunglasses hide his eyes, but I can feel their glare trying to burn a hole through me.
I try to pull his energy, but sense nothing. No energy? How did I miss this when I entered the room? My heart pounds and I twist out of his grip. “Aldo.” I stare down at him, hiding my fear behind a wall as strong as egg shell.
“ That was easy.” His eyebrows shift up as if he just rolled his eyes. “Can’t say I’m surprised.”
I inhale a deep br eath to calm myself and remember what my aunt told me. Stay in control of my reaction. “Why do you want to know?”
He releases a short laugh through his nose. “It’s a game. I like seeing people fol d to me, especially dirty little whores.”
I pause, shocked , which I’m sure is obvious, given my stunned stare, and my mouth hanging wide open. This guy is a total douche bag. You get that type sometimes. They talk to us as if were dogs. Of course, this guy is on a different level. I would drain him, like other nasty-mouthed jerks I’ve handled in the past, but I can’t. Playing nice is all I have.
“Time’s up.” I smile while holding the giant lump in my throat at bay.
“Yes, it is,” he agrees in an eerie way. His brows rise as he slowly nods in agreement.
I turn to walk out, but turn around to lash out at him. Screw being nice. “Oh, and sir...” I use my most polite tone.
“Yes.”
“A sell out would’ve gotten naked. Go fuck yourself.” I deliver the words with a huge smile and leave quickly without seeing his reaction. I make my way back into the dressing room, walking on what feels like legs made of Jell-O.
The girls in the room turn and stare at me.
“What’s wrong , Aldo?” Alina asks. Topless and wearing heels, she walks over and wraps an arm around me, her exposed breast touches my arm. “Sit down.”
As she walks me to my chair, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I’m pale as a ghost. No wonder everyone is staring at me.
.
seven
Past
After our meeting at Casa Grande, Thomas surprised me by returning to my dreams that night. I was sure after my behavior, he would have washed his hands of me, but I was wrong.
“Are you still angry with me?” He stood directly behind me , and I tensed, my body acutely aware of his proximity.
“No.” I shrugged, smiling slightly where he couldn’t see me.
“Really?”
I turned to face him. “There isn’t anything to be angry about.” I tried to act as if I didn’t care. Regardless of how I felt, the chances of Thomas and I becoming more than friends, were slim to none. He was older than me, and I was sure while the idea of a young girl with a crush flattered him he would never consider dating me.
“O kay.” He looked at my board behind me. “What are you working on here?”
“ Lucy told me about vampires tonight and I’m organizing my thoughts.”
“So you know?”
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” I felt his pull as he stood beside me, like two magnets drawn to each other. I wondered if it was only me that felt it or did he feel it too, only he was better at hiding it.
“I would have eventually, but sometimes people need to find things out at their own pace.”
“I guess.” I shrug and motion my hands to move the information on my board to allow room for more.
“Aldo, can I say something?” He changed the subject.
“Of course. ” I met his eyes. Damn his eyes are gorgeous . I tried to focus on keeping my emotions intact, accepting the situation for what it really was.
“I just wanted to apologize for today if I offended you. It wasn’t my intention. You seem like such a nice young…eh…
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