Page 31 of My Boyfriend Bites

“Excellent. Now while I’m flirting with the head of security”—a male in his thirties with a taste for bondage—“do me a favor and keep an eye on Selene.”

“Worried the possible killer will come after her?”

“Yes. After all, this person seems to have access to the security cams, which means they might have seen her snooping in the cabana that got cleared. She could be a target.”

“I’ll keep an eye.” Rennie glanced at him. “You really intend to marry her?”

“I’d ask her tomorrow if I thought she’d say yes.”

“She’s a nice woman.”

“Glad you approve.”

“How do you think she’ll react when she finds out you’re a vampire?”

“Hopefully by not staking me.”

Dante left the cabin, giving a fleeting glance at the door across from his. Had Selene gone to bed? Did she think of him? Would she be safe? Never mind the fact she would most likely tear out the throat of any threat. He couldn’t help but worry. At the same time, he couldn’t be distracted with thoughts of her, not when he had to be charming and suave.

The security office remained open at all hours, but its chief officer would be off shift at this time. A good thing Dante knew where they liked to hang at night.

Maurice Bonaparte mingled in the piano bar on a lower level. A man of dark skin, his pate shaved bald, he wore an open-to-the-waist royal blue silken shirt tucked into snug leather pants. He drank water in contrast to the young bleary-eyed fellow flirting with him.

With the fellow completely inebriated it didn’t take much of a mental push to have him stagger off muttering, “Gotta take a piss.”

Dante made his way to the stool by Maurice and ordered a drink. “Whisky, no rocks,” he ordered. The bartender scanned his wristband and nodded. Dante leaned against the bar and whispered, “Hello, handsome.”

Maurice stiffened mid-sentence before turning, his puzzlement turning into a wide smile. “Well, hello there.”

Dante kept his gaze locked with the other man as he purred, “You’re the head of security.”

“I am.” Maurice puffed his chest.

Dante let his glance dip to his groin before murmuring, “How disappointing. I expected cuffs.”

“I keep those in the bedroom,” the other man offered with a leer.

“What else do you keep in there?” Dante asked, trying not to cringe. He knew the flirting was a charade yet still felt strangely off-put by it. This kind of teasing should be reserved for Selene only.

“Come with me and I’ll show you my toybox.”

“Lead the way, handsome.”

Maurice wasted no time leading him down to the crew quarters. As head of security, he didn’t have to share a cabin, so the moment the door closed, Dante could act.

The second Maurice tried to grind against Dante, Dante barked, “Sit down.”

Maurice slammed his ass to the floor, taking the suggestion very literally.

A serious-faced Dante crouched before him. “How many passengers are missing on the cruise?”

“None.”

“Are you sure?” Dante prodded.

“We thought we had a woman get kidnapped on a tour today,, but her bracelet shows she entered her room after dinnersometime, so the passengers who claimed it must have been confused.”

“And you’ve had no other reports?”

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