putting that on.”
“I think I would really enjoy dressing you, but I have the feeling that you won’t want me to. Make your choice because you have an hour.” He walked around the bed and out of the room. She watched his back until he turned the corner then she sank down on the bed. What was this all about? First he wanted her to stay in, now he wanted her to go out, and to a nice restaurant.
She got up and looked in the living room but he was gone. How did he do that? She went back and sat on the bed. After about fifteen minutes she realized she did not want him to dress her and she had a vision of them wrestling over the red dress, her naked and him with the dress in his hands. She realized it was slightly erotic so she shook herself. Sure he was a great looking guy, but how could she even have the least bit of thought about him and anything involving sex? Geez, Misty, get a hold. So she got up and started getting dressed.
She found the right kind of underwear, red and lacy — when had she bought them? Oh, yes, one time with Terrie, when actually Terrie had bought them for her. The dress was acceptable, not too daring, not too low at the top and not too short. It had long sleeves and although the neckline was not too low, it started at the edge of each shoulder and left her shoulders and neck bare. It also dipped much lower in back. But it was the color, it just shouted out. It also seemed to bring out the red in her reddish brown hair. She looked in a mirror and could not decide what to do with her hair.
She went into the bathroom and used a curling iron to curl the ends. She put a little eye makeup on and a touch of color on her lips. She went back to her closet and found a pair of black heels and slipped them on. During the whole process she kept asking herself what the hell she was doing.
* * * *
He had discovered something interesting when he took on the two prowlers who were looking for her — they had been sent by a strong older warrior who was supposedly the male in charge of this area. The man had been in this county for a hundred years and had built up quite an army, had a lot of control over politicians and police.
It seemed that this old Vamp was feeling like it was time to thumb his nose at the Council, maybe declare some independence. This would-be King of the Hill felt that others would follow his defiance. He might be able to build a bigger army of followers. The Lord of the Province had probably been planning this for a while, just waiting for the right time or event to give him an excuse to flex his muscles.
Rad had dusted the two creeps so there would be no reports to go back, but he decided it might be time to wave a little bait out there and see if the rat took the cheese.
* * * *
When she went into the living room he was there, dressed in a black suit, white shirt open at the throat. It made him look very handsome and very dangerous, like a gangster from the movies. He even had the white handkerchief in the pocket.
He looked her over critically and she held her breath. He walked around her and went into the bedroom. She did not know what to do, but just stood and waited. He came back out with a couple of black clips that had been in a tray by her bed.
“When you go out with a Vamp, you must leave your neck uncovered. It makes a statement in case any other Vampires see you.” He handed her the clips and waited while she took them. She stood and looked at him for a long moment. She felt a shiver run down her back.
“You want me to pull my hair back?”
“Just a little, behind your ears. It is charming hanging down your back.”
She took a deep breath. What was he saying? Other Vampires might see them? “Please,” she caught her breath, “give me a moment.” She took the clips and walked through the bedroom and into the bathroom to the mirror. She looked at her reflection. She felt she could do this. She caught her hair back on the sides and pulled it up high and clipped it.
“I think I would really enjoy dressing you, but I have the feeling that you won’t want me to. Make your choice because you have an hour.” He walked around the bed and out of the room. She watched his back until he turned the corner then she sank down on the bed. What was this all about? First he wanted her to stay in, now he wanted her to go out, and to a nice restaurant.
She got up and looked in the living room but he was gone. How did he do that? She went back and sat on the bed. After about fifteen minutes she realized she did not want him to dress her and she had a vision of them wrestling over the red dress, her naked and him with the dress in his hands. She realized it was slightly erotic so she shook herself. Sure he was a great looking guy, but how could she even have the least bit of thought about him and anything involving sex? Geez, Misty, get a hold. So she got up and started getting dressed.
She found the right kind of underwear, red and lacy — when had she bought them? Oh, yes, one time with Terrie, when actually Terrie had bought them for her. The dress was acceptable, not too daring, not too low at the top and not too short. It had long sleeves and although the neckline was not too low, it started at the edge of each shoulder and left her shoulders and neck bare. It also dipped much lower in back. But it was the color, it just shouted out. It also seemed to bring out the red in her reddish brown hair. She looked in a mirror and could not decide what to do with her hair.
She went into the bathroom and used a curling iron to curl the ends. She put a little eye makeup on and a touch of color on her lips. She went back to her closet and found a pair of black heels and slipped them on. During the whole process she kept asking herself what the hell she was doing.
* * * *
He had discovered something interesting when he took on the two prowlers who were looking for her — they had been sent by a strong older warrior who was supposedly the male in charge of this area. The man had been in this county for a hundred years and had built up quite an army, had a lot of control over politicians and police.
It seemed that this old Vamp was feeling like it was time to thumb his nose at the Council, maybe declare some independence. This would-be King of the Hill felt that others would follow his defiance. He might be able to build a bigger army of followers. The Lord of the Province had probably been planning this for a while, just waiting for the right time or event to give him an excuse to flex his muscles.
Rad had dusted the two creeps so there would be no reports to go back, but he decided it might be time to wave a little bait out there and see if the rat took the cheese.
* * * *
When she went into the living room he was there, dressed in a black suit, white shirt open at the throat. It made him look very handsome and very dangerous, like a gangster from the movies. He even had the white handkerchief in the pocket.
He looked her over critically and she held her breath. He walked around her and went into the bedroom. She did not know what to do, but just stood and waited. He came back out with a couple of black clips that had been in a tray by her bed.
“When you go out with a Vamp, you must leave your neck uncovered. It makes a statement in case any other Vampires see you.” He handed her the clips and waited while she took them. She stood and looked at him for a long moment. She felt a shiver run down her back.
“You want me to pull my hair back?”
“Just a little, behind your ears. It is charming hanging down your back.”
She took a deep breath. What was he saying? Other Vampires might see them? “Please,” she caught her breath, “give me a moment.” She took the clips and walked through the bedroom and into the bathroom to the mirror. She looked at her reflection. She felt she could do this. She caught her hair back on the sides and pulled it up high and clipped it.
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