Page 29 of A Vow for the Vamp
“About that…”
Before I can explain, my cellphone rings.
The pizza is here.
Chapter 8 - Teddy
Millie tips the pizza delivery worker well and closes the door.
“Can you even eat this?” I ask as she sets the box on the kitchen island.
She frowns. “No, but I enjoy the smell.”
“So you only drink blood? Like, from a living person?”
“Thatishow vampirism works.”
She grabs me a plate, places two slices on it, and scoots it to me. Then she pours herself a glass of wine. I gulp back my third glass of whiskey and stand to get my fourth.
I wobble and Millie is at my side in an instant.
“Jesus, Millie!” I grab my chest as my heart lurches. It’s the second time she’s snuck up on me. “My mind can’t comprehend you being that freakishly fast.”
She smirks, not at all sorry. “Are you okay?”
She places her cold hand on my forearm and the other on my shoulder to steady me. I hate how my stomach dips and my cock twitches at her touch. Her eyes darken as she glances at my mouth. My heart beats faster, remembering the kisses we’ve shared. Howhungrywe were for each other. How she let me take control and claim her.
I still want that.
She places her palm over my chest.
“Is this beating faster for me?”
I clear the lust from my throat because while I want nothing more than to ravish this woman again, I still have questions.
Also, I might be a little drunk. I can hold my liquor, but I’ve had three full glasses of top-shelf whiskey. Plus, I haven’t eaten since lunch.
But what’s strange? My body is buzzing. I almost feel high. The colors around Millie’s penthouse pop out. The music from the record player is crisp. The pizza smells as if it was cooked here instead of down the street.
“I think I need to drink some water.”
Millie moves to the row of cabinets in a blur, faster than my eyes can follow. She grabs a glass and fills it with ice and water from the dispenser on the front of the fridge.
All within ten seconds flat.
Ugh. Fine. It’s fucking awesome she can do that.
“Tell me about how you became queen,” I say when she places the water in front of me. “Is that why those men in suits were down in your lobby and out in front of your penthouse?”
“I’ll tell you what,” she begins. “For every part of my life I share with you, you have to share a part of your life with me.”
“Fair enough.”
“And you owe me a story.”
“Technically, we’re even because I told you about my parents being controlling, which caused my need for control in the bedroom.”
“But I shared how I became a vampireandtold you how I ended up here in NYC. I’ve covered more years. You owe me more stories.”
