Page 21 of A Vow for the Vamp
I shift on my feet and nibble on my bottom lip.
“Yes. Have them be on the lookout.” I sigh. “I suppose I should send my one-night standhome so you can tell me everything you have on this vampire. It’s been a couple years since we’ve had one go mad with blood lust.”
I open the door and walk back inside, only to come face to face with Teddy. I freeze in place, and Layla bumps into me.
“What the hell?” she grumbles.
“Um…” Teddy says, standing in the foyer near the penthouse entrance where hedefinitelyheard what we were talking about. “Vampires? Blood lust?”
“Shit,” I say.
“Shit,” Layla echoes.
Chapter 6 – Teddy
“Are you… a vampire?” I ask the woman I just fucked… who’s deathly pale and cold to the touch.
It’s all making sense.
A part of me knew something was different about Millie. The way she speaks sometimes… as if she’s experienced hundreds of years of living despite appearing to be a thirty-year-old woman.
Her penthouse. Old money. Of course! The art on her walls, the memorabilia on her shelves. Her love for music.
She was there. She lived through these eras. She didn’t buy antiques; she bought those items brand new.
“That’s absurd,” Millie says and approaches me.
I swallow the lump in my throat. Sweat lines my forehead and soaks my shirt.Hershirt. I’ve subconsciously been backing away, and now I’m in the kitchen. My back hits the island. Either Millie really is a vampire or she’s part of some vampire worshipping cult that wants to sacrifice me to their God.
Either way, I’m going to die tonight.
I curse. My cock hasn’t gotten the message that we’re scared because it jerks at her nearness and her wonderfully sweet floral smell.
Wait. I fucked a vampire?
Why do I find that hot?
She locks eyes with me, and my heart responds by drumming inside my chest. She smirks.
Can she hear it beating?
Of course she can; she’s a vampire.
“You’re going to forget about tonight,” Millie begins. My head throbs at her words, my vision blurring. Her voice becomes muffled, like she’s talking under water, but I can still understand what she’s saying. It’s the same sensation outside the bar earlier tonight when she tried to order me inside. “Go home and go to sleep. Tomorrow you’ll wake up and remember taking a woman home, but you were too drunk to recall her name or where she lives.”
When she stops speaking, I blink, and everything clears.
“Um… what?”
She jerks back as if I’ve slapped her.
“It didn’t work,” she whispers.
“What didn’t work? Millie.” I sigh. “What is going on? I’m freaking the fuck out.”
The woman who walked in with Millie steps in front of her. She does the same thing, locking her brown eyes with mine and repeating what Millie just said.
This time, I almost believe the words, but the moment she stops speaking, I shake my head.
