Page 48 of Guarding the Doctor
“Couldn’t you be a contractor like Yuri?” I asked.
“What?”
“You could work at the hospital and take occasional freelance jobs at Sapphic Security, the same as the bears do.”
She considered that for a long moment, then her face broke out with a bright smile. “You know, that could work.”
“Great. Now finish yourbarbacoabowl. It turns out that fighting crime makes me horny.”
Darla made a choking noise. “Good to know.”
She shoveled down the last few bites of her food. “Let’s go home.”
When we got to Darla’s apartment we practically fell out of the SUV in our haste to get out. She grabbed my hand and sprinted for the door, avoiding the elevator and instead jogging up to the third floor. By the time we got to her front door, I was breathing heavily.
“I can’t run like this right after eating such a big meal,” I laughed. “Do you want me to puke?”
Instead of answering, Darla shoved the key in the lock and dragged me through her apartment, not stopping until we were in her bedroom. I had a quick impression of a mostly empty space with no decorations or personal touches anywhere. We’d need to change that if we were going to stay here.
“Get naked,” she ordered.
“Oh, you’re getting bossy now?” I asked teasingly.
She paused, studying me. “You like it,” she said smugly. “Your heart is beating faster.”
I playfully smacked her shoulder. “No fair using vampire tricks on me.”
She pulled me closer, giving me a kiss that left me breathless. When we pulled away, her fangs were showing. I reached up and touched one with the tip of my finger. Supernatural physiology defied everything I’d been taught about how bodies worked, yet here I saw it with my own two eyes.
I grabbed the hem of her tank top, tugging it upwards, then Darla maneuvered out of her sports bra.
“There’s no sexy way to get out of these damned things,” she grumbled.
I laughed as I took off my own shirt and bra, then shucked my pants and underwear.
“I don’t know, that little bounce you did while you tugged it over your head was kind of hot.”
Rolling her eyes, Darla grabbed me by the waist and lifted me off the floor, tossing me onto her bed. I pushed up on my elbows.
“Why is your bed so small?”
“It’s just me here,” she said, shucking her pants.
I was momentarily distracted by the sight of her pussy. Then I spread out my arms, touching both sides of the bed.
“This is what? A double?”
“Yeah.”
“And no comforter?” I pressed, noticing the bed only had a top sheet.
“I don’t get cold,” she shrugged.
“You deserve to have nice things,” I said firmly. For some reason I suspected that she didn’t really believe that.
“There’s one nice thing I’d like to have,” she teased, her gaze going to the juncture of my legs.
I giggled. “Well come join me in this tiny little bed.”
