Page 40 of My Road Trip with a Vampire: Season One
I’m in the middle of wishing I brought my phone in for music when the ceiling begins to creak like someone is walking overhead. I shrink back in the tub, but the chill surrounds me despite the heat of the water.
“Dirty like her,” a woman whispers. “Thinking about those monsters, the hands of corpses all over your body. It's unnatural.”
Great. Super judgy ghosts. My favorite.
I grasp the porcelain edges of the tub, pulling myself up to look around. The cold recedes, but the footsteps sound close. Too close.
My heart begins to race when I see a shadow through the crack beneath the door. It swings open slowly and I yelp, splashing water on the floor.
Dennis appears at the side of the tub, wide-eyed and shaken.
“Are you hurt?” he asks.
“No, but you scared the shit out of me! You can’t do that!”
“Oh,” he breathes, swiping a dot of blood from the corner of his mouth before meeting my eyes. I’m suddenly aware of the fact that I’m naked and he’s standing with his shirt unbuttoned. He must realize it too, judging by the outline of his dick pressing against the front of his pants. I cough and look away.
So much for professionalism.
“I had to check on you. Bea, this place is really fucking haunted.”
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DANGEROUS CRAVINGS
I’m startled, but I calm myself enough to strain my ears for any disturbing noises.
The eerie silence that settles around us is more off-putting than the voices that were whispering shameful things to me. The pipes have stopped rattling, and nothing creaks along the floorboards. It feels as if the ghosts in this place are all holding their breath, waiting for the perfect time to haunt the halls.
“Yeah, I’m getting that vibe too.”
Water drips from the faucet, breaking the silence.
Dennis stares at my tits bobbing in the water. A fang gleams in the light as he bites down on his lower lip.
My pulse kicks up before settling between my legs despite myself. I don’t go for guys who reject me, and Dennis has made it clear that we can’t complicate our working relationship. It would be a hell of a lot easier to ignore the attraction if he wasn’t so damn hot.
His open shirt shows off the cut of his abs, and his long lashes make his eyes seem even darker. I’m smoldering beneath his gaze.
What the fuck am I thinking?
He’s a vampire, and I won’t be his plaything when it's convenient for him, even if the thought of that makes the familiar ache at the apex of my thighs grow even stronger.
I cross my arms over my chest and clear my throat.
“Thanks for checking on me, but I’m fine. Really, haunted places are kind of my thing.” I toss my hair and point my chin toward a towel hanging behind the door. “Mind handing that to me?”
He blinks slowly, snapping out of whatever trance he’s in.
“Uh sure,” he says and hands me the towel, turning his back while I dry off and wrap myself up.
“Where’s Faith?” I ask, reminding him of the woman he came here for in the first place.
“Sleeping."
He comes back to face me, obviously unaware of the human concept of personal space. I swipe at the mascara smudges under my eyes.
“You put her to sleep? You’re that good, huh?”
