Page 61 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
Slowly, ever so slowly, I relax my grip and pull my fingers from his neck. He stays against the wall, watching me as I back toward the other one, putting us a few feet apart. We stare at each other for a few minutes, Colt’s eyes fade from black to green, but remain hooded.
“You should go,” I finally say, my voice husky and all too revealing.
“You sure about that?” he asks, though it doesn’t come across as cocky. He’s picking up on my mixed emotions, no doubt smelling my arousal and hearing the fast-paced beating of my heart.
I nod because I don’t trust myself to speak. I might ask him to stay, and that would be a very, very bad decision.
He drops his gaze to my lips before kicking off the wall, coming to stand a foot away from me. “I’ll see you tomorrow for another session?”
I nod again, still not trusting myself.
He leaves, not saying goodbye. He doesn’t even look over his shoulder before he closes the door which leaves me feeling very confused and put out. I’m the one that rejected him. I’m the one that stopped it, so why do I feel like he burned me?
“Did you enjoy that?” Mateo asks over a crackling speaker, his deep voice interrupting my thoughts.
I search for the device, but I can’t find it. “Did you?” I ask.
“I like watching you flutter about, pretending to be tough when it would have taken Colt two seconds to kill you.”
“Don’t you have something better to do, like run a mafia or something?”
“I’m on my lunch break,” he says.
I look at the clock on the wall. It’s one o’clock in the afternoon. “Has anyone ever told you you’re not very good at being a vampire? It’s the middle of the day.”
This draws a short laugh from Mateo.
I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and head to the shower. Mateo’s voice follows me as I walk.
“This building is fortified to protect us from the harshest rays, but most of the vampires here are hundreds of years old. The sun isn’t as dangerous to us as it is to new vampires; it doesn’t take as much of our strength away.”
I stash that little tidbit of information away. Tossing my bottle on the bed and ripping my shirt off, I pause when I realize he could be watching. I have no idea where he’s placed the cameras and mics.
The slightest of inhales tells me there’s a camera in my bedroom as well.
“This is a complete invasion of privacy.”
“I like to keep an eye on my new recruits, make sure they don’t do anything stupid.”
I frown. “Or maybe you get off on watching people in their most private of moments.”
Figuring he wouldn’t dare put them in the bathroom, I close the door and strip out of my clothes. I turn the water to hot and step into the shower, letting the steam rise up as I wash away the sweat.
“Maybe you’re right,” his voice rumbles in the small bathroom and my heart nearly bursts. “None of them are as entertaining as you.”
I lift my middle finger and wave it around.
He laughs.
Fucking pervert. I turn the water even hotter and hope the steam is enough to keep him from seeing too much of my body. He’s already seen me naked though.
“Lunch is over, bye.” The speaker clicks off, and I sigh.
Colt
A few of the regulars look up when I enter Twisted Helix, the night club on subfloor one of our building. The music is low since it’s only two in the afternoon, but a few blood drunk humans dance with their vampires on a spotlight lit floor.
Vic’s dancing with Jennifer, his newly acquired Pet. Pets are kept deliriously happy, they’re not quite bonded with a vampire, but they enjoy the spoils of drinking vampire blood to get a short burst of supe strength and sense. It’s a bit like ecstasy.
