Paris After Dark by Jordan Summers

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    “I thought maybe I’d stick around. My French is rusty and I need to learn the ropes of this whole vampyre thing,” she said.
    Hope blossomed in his blue eyes. “I’d be more than happy to teach you, if you like.”
    “What would I do for work?” she asked. “You can’t live on love alone, not even in Paris.”
    Gabriel’s smile was back, wider than before. “I happen to know of a job opening now that my partner has retired.”
    “Is that so?” Rachel had a hard time keeping a straight face.
    “Of course, I’ll have to interview you.” His heated gaze raked her and she felt an answering pull deep inside.
    Rachel arched a brow. “What does a vampyric interview entail?”
    Gabriel dropped his towel, revealing his growing desire. “It starts with a very thorough physical.”
    Rachel grinned, admiring the view. “Did I ever tell you I received the Presidential patch for fitness when I was in school?”
    Gabriel’s lips quirked. “Prove it.”