Page 27 of Tempting the Dhampir

My eyes track the goose bumps rising on his arms, the slight shudder working down his back.

Adelbert looks down at his feet and shakes his head slowly. He mutters more to himself than us, “This is much bigger than I thought. We need to leave right now so I can start my research.” He looks up at Iris, his expression grim but determined. “Please stay in touch with the charter company and see if they can investigate this matter further. Report to me if you find anything useful.” Turning back to the room, Adelbert steels his spine and purposefully makes eye contact with each of us. “For everyone else, I will arrange a group video conference as soon as any details have been uncovered. Thank you all for your patience and cooperation. Until we meet again.”

And with a final nod to us, Bertie turns to leave, Cece trailing a step behind him—the two of them taking care not to accidentally touch each other. Before disappearing around the corner, Cece turns to give me a final wave, and I blow her a kiss.

The other couples, too, start trickling out of the room, on their way to various destinations around the world.

Everett raises his eyebrows at me. “That was intense.”

“Yup.” I drag the word out, contemplating how many more truth bombs I can handle. “It’s like I want to ask what that was all about, but also not.”

Everett gives me a lopsided smile. “I’ll explain more later if you want. But first, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

I perk up. “I’ll bite. What is it?” I’m a sucker for surprises.

“Was that a vampire joke?”

I wink at him, and he just chuckles and takes my hand. “Follow me. It’s in my room. And before you get ideas, don’t worry, it’s very PG.”

Everett leads me to his bedroom. It’s almost an exact replica of my room with its canopied bed in the center, only this one has sapphire-blue accents, where mine had mint green.

“I had my assistant go to your hotel and ask the staff to pack your belongings. I thought you might want to have your own things available in case you wanted to change into something more comfortable.” He points to my bag on his bed.

“Oh, wow! That’s very considerate. I thought we’d stop by there on the way back, but I guess this is more convenient.”

I walk over to the bag to inspect it. All my clothes and shoes are there, not one item of Cece’s. I thought they might have gotten some of our things mixed up.

As if reading my thoughts, Everett says, “I had your sister’s bag sent to Bertie already.”

When did he even have time to plan this? “Are you always thinking about everything, ten steps ahead?”

“Not particularly, but you’re my guest and it’s important to me that you feel comfortable,” Everett says, his soft smile making him look even more beautiful.

“This guest is very grateful. Thank you. Sit tight, I’ll be right back,” I say as I take my bag to the bathroom.

Chapter fourteen

Everett

Sadie rushes into my bedroom’s en suite with her bag while I take a seat in the armchair by the window.

A couple of minutes later, the bathroom door clicks open. I look up and my breath catches in my lungs. I can’t blink. I can’t breathe.

I thought she looked great in the pink dress last night, even better in my clothing, but she’s a showstopper right now.

I drop my eyes down to her sparkly pink toes and leisurely trail them up her body, perusing every detail. When I finally settle on her eyes, I can see she’s not unaffected by my attention. A rosy red stains the apples of her cheeks, and her perky tits rise and fall on each shallow breath.

Those tits deserve a song dedicated to them.

They’re a generous handful accentuated by her champagne-pink top. The top is tiny with puffy sleeves at the middle of her upper arms. It leaves her shoulders and cleavage on beautiful display and shows a sliver of skin across her stomach where it barely meets the skintight white jeans. Her sky-high stilettos, with their oversized pink bows, make her legs look like they go on for days, even if she only reaches up to my shoulders.

I want to devour her. I want to peel those jeans off slowly and trail open-mouthed kisses up from her ankles, alternating between legs, until I reach the apex of her thighs. I want to put my nose in the crook of her neck and inhale her, then nibble my way across her collarbones, down her chest until I get to her breasts. I want to find out what her nipples taste like. What sounds she makes when she’s being pleasured. Will she scream? Whimper? Mewl?

I shift in my seat and try to discreetly adjust my cock. When did I get this hard from just looking at someone? This woman is magic. Sweet, sweet magic.

“Like what you see?” Apparently, I wasn’t so discreet with my adjustment.

“You know I do,” I say with complete honesty. “You look absolutely delectable.”

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