Vamps And The City by Kerrelyn Sparks

doorframe.
    “What kind of experience?” Darcy asked.
    “Theater, mostly.” He raised a dark brow. “Would you like to see me in action?”
    “Oh, yes,” Maggie breathed.
    He bowed his head, apparently getting into character.
    Vanda whispered, “Pick him. He’s gorgeous.”
    Darcy hushed her.
    Garth Manly lifted his chin and gazed over their heads. He raised his right hand. “To be, or not to be—“
    “Could you turn around, please?” Maggie asked.
    He looked surprised, then turned his back to them and started again. His right hand went up. “To be or not to be…”
    Vanda and Maggie leaned forward, their eyes riveted to his buns of steel. Darcy had difficulty hearing his performance over their heavy breathing.
    “Whether ’tis nobler—“
    “Could you take off your shirt?” Vanda asked.
    He swiveled to face them. “Excuse me?”
    Darcy stifled a groan. She should have insisted on doing the interviews alone. “There’ll be a hot tub,” she explained. “We need to know if you look all right in a swimsuit.”
    “Oh, of course.” He took off his black leather jacket and draped it on the back of the chair. As he unbuttoned his shirt, he glanced at them from under thick eyelashes and slowly smiled. “Do I get any music while I strip?”
    Maggie giggled.
    Darcy almost gagged.
    Vanda skimmed a long purple fingernail over her bottom lip. “Tell me, Garth, do you have any experience in stripping?”
    He gave her a smoldering look. “I prefer not to do it as a solo act.”
    Vanda dropped her hand to the neckline zipper of her slinky, black catsuit. “Oh, I’m definitely in the mood for a… duet.”
    Darcy slanted a glance to the side. Good Lord, Vanda was unzipping her catsuit. “Okay, that’s enough. Mr. Manly, could you wait in the lobby? We might need to see you again.”
    “Of course.” With a knowing smile, he picked up his discarded clothes and left. Michelle stumbled after him.
    Maggie turned to Darcy. “Why did you send him away? I thought he was perfect for the show.”
    “I believe he is,” Darcy confessed, “but I had to get him out of here before Vanda stripped naked.”
    With a snort, Vanda zipped up her catsuit. “You’re no fun.”
    “He’ll be great, but he’s only one,” Darcy reminded them. “We need at least four more mortals, and we need to find them tonight.”
    “Okay.” Vanda dragged a hand through her purple hair. “Let’s get back to work.”
    After three more hours, Maggie was practicing writing Mrs. Don Orlando de Corazon on a sheet of paper, while Vanda was amusing herself by swiveling her chair in circles.
    Darcy massaged her temples where tension was building. Good God, she’d forgotten how hard it was to find a decent man. No wonder she had remained single.
    “Can we go home now?” Maggie asked. “I’ve never seen such a dreadful display of manhood.”
    “I know,” Darcy agreed. “But we still need one more.”
    Michelle opened the door. With a smile, she announced, “This is our last applicant. Adam Cartwright.”
    He walked into the room. Darcy’s mouth fell open. Tall, with long legs and broad shoulders, he moved with an understated grace as if he were conserving energy. His thick hair was shot through with golden streaks. His bronzed skin glowed with natural vitality.
    He moved forward, scanning the room, then halted suddenly, his gaze fastened on Darcy.
    His blue eyes widened. Darcy’s breath caught, and she couldn’t look away.
    He stepped toward her. He cleared his throat, and she swore the sound rumbled in her own chest. “Miss Darcy?”
    Was that deep, sexy voice coming from him? She willed herself to reply, but the words refused to come out. She licked her lips, thinking that might help, but then his blue gaze lowered to her mouth, and she forgot what to say.
    “Darcy?” Maggie whispered.
    His eyes focused on hers once again. Instantly, a flood of warmth surged through her. Warm like the sun beating down on her head. Warm like