Page 5 of Don't Bite The Boss
“But you don’t go around just biting everyone, surely?” he gives me a slight smile, raises one eyebrow quizzically. When his brother does this, I want to punch him in the face. But for some reason, this guy, whoa!
“Not everyone, no,” I whisper, swallowing hard.
I know now, as I think I knew even before my call to Serena to confess my actions – I definitely do find Christopher’s twin irresistible. If it wasn’t for the fact he is offering me the biggest and most prestigious contract I have ever scored, or the fact I need the money, and I want desperately to get away from the city where Solomon had sent his minions to attack us, I would have pulled out of this trip. But I keep telling myself, if Serena and Charlotte can control themselves, surely I can too. I mean Serena and Charlotte are both going to marry theirs, even though they had eaten Irresistibles in the past – they were older vampires now, stronger, as was I.
‘If they can resist the blood call that is stronger than any other between vampire and human, then I should be able to as well – surely?’
Seeing I am not going to volunteer any more information to this line of questions, he leans back into his seat and tries another line of inquiry.
“Does everyone you bite die?”
I nod again.
“Why?”
‘Because we like it.’
“Because otherwise, they turn vampire,” I say, removing my hand from where it’s partially covering my mouth and considering him through narrowed eyes – it’s like I can feel his pulse under my very skin.
“And if they didn’t?” he asks, keeping his eyes on mine.
“Then they would know of our existence.”
“So, you don’t have any mind powers? Anything to make people forget you bit them?”
“If I did, we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” my hands tighten on my water bottle.
‘Cant. Fight. It.’
I don’t know what he sees in my expression, but I see him tense.
“I warn you,” he growls, shaking his head as I throw the bottle aside and hurl myself at him, “Pru, no!”
But I am beyond listening.
I jump astride him, my thighs pinning him in place, and bend my head down to his neck just as he pulls a tiny square of silver mesh from his pocket and presses it to my face.
Screaming, I lurch back as it burns a latticework of lines into my cheek. The pain and the shock have doused my thirst, and I feel nothing but instantaneous shame at my weakness, disgust at myself.
Waiting several minutes, until my rapid breathing has calmed down, he rises and reaches towards me, as I hiss and flinch back from his touch.
“Take it,” he says gently, his eyes full of concern, “it’s a wet cloth, it will ease the pain.”
I meet his gaze momentarily before taking the proffered cloth and pressing it to my cheek. My skin is already healing, a few more minutes and I will be fine.
“I didn’t want to do that,” he says earnestly from where he is once again sitting, leaning towards me, his hands on his knees.
“Neither did I,” I mutter.
“I’ve never used violence against a woman,” he says, pausing for a moment, waiting for me to look up, “but you have to stop trying to bite me.”
“I’ll try,” I whisper.
He shakes his head, “Chris told me you were the one with the temper, which is rich coming from him. But he also told me you are like a sister to Serena – which makes you my family, my sister. I’ve never had a sister, and now I find I have four.”
“Fourvampiresisters,” I snort.
‘A proper sister wouldn’t want to fuck you and suck you…’
