Page 5 of A Vow for the Vamp
What am I doing?
Why am I flirting with this stranger after she nearly killed me with a door?
Millie.
The moment she appeared in front of me, not an ounce of remorse on her beautiful face, a zing of excitement shot throughout my body. One grumpy look from her and I was smitten.
There’s something… different about her.
She radiates power.
The way her eyes pierce through my soul—they’re the lightest shade of blue with dark specks throughout—cause my heart to thunder against my chest and my cock to push against the zipperof my jeans.
Her long black hair is styled in curls, cascading over her shoulders, and I want to wrap it around my wrist and tug her head back so I can devour her mouth.
Her pale skin begs to be reddened.
And that body. Her tight red dress clings to her large breasts, soft stomach, thick thighs, and long legs.
I don’t care if this woman is a cold-blooded killer; I’d gladly let her take me home and murder me.
Not that it matters if I die tonight.
My friends, Alex and Landon, have abandoned me, entering the bar Millie just left. I texted them earlier today asking if they wanted to hang out. I was going to tell them some pretty shitty news I learned today, then chickened out and decided tonight would be about numbing myself with booze and finding someone to fuck.
I never expected to meet someone so fast. I have decent luck when I go out. I’m an extrovert. I’ll talk to anyone who smiles at me. Though this woman has yet to show me a smile. She actually seems annoyed by me.
Why do I find her grumpiness so hot? She’s literally my opposite.
Maybe that’s why I’m acting so… desperate right now. Ineedto make her smile. Ineedher to order me around again like she tried to do just minutes ago. It was hot as hell, and while I like to be in control in thebedroom, Millie is the type of woman I’d fall to my knees for and beg her to destroy me.
Would she let me take her home? It can’t be anything more than a one-night stand.
Maybe two nights. Or three.
I have a feeling one night with this woman would be the equivalent of an hour. I’d need more.
“Can I buy you a drink?” I ask, nodding toward the bar.
Her adorable button nose scrunches.
“I’ve already had enough to drink tonight.”
“A late-night meal? I passed by a diner a block back.”
The corner of her mouth twitches and my heart beats a little too fast with excitement.
Ialmostmade her smile.
“I’m not going anywhere with you looking like a horror show. Why haven’t you used my napkin to clean up?”
I glance down at my light blue shirt covered in streaks of crimson. Wow. She really did a number on me. My fingertips graze underneath my nose and over my lips, still damp with blood. At least it’s stopped gushing.
I open my hands and stare at my blood-covered palms, then notice the napkin on the ground. I didn’t realize I dropped it.
Her eyes follow my line of sight.
“Oops.” I say with a shrug.
