Page 47 of Bitten By Desire
He just smiled at me. “Does 7 o’clock work for you?”
“No.” I wasn’t going out with him. I wasn’t trying to die tonight. “If you were sincere about apologizing, you would have already said you were sorry. But I haven’t heard those words leave your mouth.”
“I’m not one to grovel.”
“Then you can go screw yourself.”
“Oh, I’d much rather screw you.”
I went to slap him, but he grabbed my wrist.
“I’ve already warned you not to do that again.”
I swallowed hard as he leaned closer to me. He was looking at me the same way he had in the maze last night. But I wasn’t as scared of him in the light of day. Probably because I was more aroused than anything else. What was wrong with me?
“The pictures didn’t do this place justice,” Zoey said as she walked back into the room.
I jumped back from Callum.
“I’m actually in need of a new photographer,” he said, his eyes traveling down to the camera around my neck.
I stared at him.Why? Because you ate the last one?I wasn’t going to be next.
“Oh my God, this is perfect!” Zoey hurried over to us. “Emma’s a photographer and she’s looking for a job in town.”
Was she trying to get me killed?!
“Is that so?” Callum asked. “Well, how perfect. Maybe I can interview you tonight over dinner. Say, my place at 7?” He smiled at me, knowing he was about to get exactly what he wanted.
“No,” I said at the exact same time Zoey squealed and said, “She’ll do it.”
I stared at her.His place?Had she forgotten everything we’d just talked about outside?Callum was a fucking blood sucking vampire!Why did she want me to be alone with him? I cleared my throat. “I can’t tonight. We have plans, Zoey. Remember?”
“No we don’t. Emma’s completely free. She’ll be there.”
What is wrong with you?!“No, we have thatthing.” I stared at her, hoping she’d read the expression on my face. But she wasn’t looking at me.
“Surely you need to eat regardless,” Callum said.
Zoey nodded.
Shit.It didn’t seem like either of them were going to let me get out of this.
“Here’s my address.” Callum pulled out his wallet and handed me a business card. I looked down at the name Theo Gold on the card. It had his address. And his phone number. It was all the information I’d beendying for. But I didn’t want it anymore. Not like this. Not if it cost me my life.
“Great,” Zoey said. “And she’s the best photographer ever. You’re going to love her work.”
“I have no doubt.”
A couple walked into the house.
“Bring your camera tonight, Emma,” he said. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to work.” He walked over to the couple. But he looked over his shoulder at me while they were talking to him.
I was so screwed.
Chapter 14
Sunday
