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“Your usual?” the bartender asks with a big ass smile when she notices me. Quickly, she places a cocktail napkin in front of the beauty for my usual.
The owner of Blood Lust is a vamp but the majority of the employees are humans and they each openly consent to feedings. This particular bartender has been practically throwing her neck and pussy at me since she was hired six months ago but I haven’t and will not take the bait. She’s a favorite of too many vamps and has a long line of regulars.
“Yeah. On the rocks this time. One cube.”
“You got it,” she says with a wink before stepping away.
The stunning woman who has me locked in, out of VIP, and down on this level inhales and exhales deeply and I hear the beating of her heart increase. I’m making her nervous and she has me sitting over here damn near salivating. Not only does she affect the hell out of me, apparently, I have the same damn effect on her.
Because I know my nature, my six foot-five-inch frame, and my fangs can be very intimidating to some, I retract my fangs before lightly tapping the back of her stool to gain her attention. She glances back over her shoulder and her pretty eyes expand as her heart beat quickens.
“You mind if I sit here?” I ask.
After swallowing hard, she says, “I can’t stop you.”
“Nah. You absolutely can. You owned this club the minute you walked in here,” I tell her. If I’m being honest, she fucking owns me too. “So, can I?”
With amusement in her sexy voice, she shakes her head and says, “Go ahead.”
“Bitttccchhh,” her friend whispers.
“Stop,” the beauty whispers back in an even lower tone than her friend. “Girl, he can hear us, I believe.”
I definitely can, I think as I hold in my laugh.
“Two Vampire Kisses.” The bartender returns with their drinks and places each one in front of them. She steps over to me then fixes mine. The beauty pulls out a credit card and places it on the bar. “Sweetie, your drinks are taken care of,” the bartender tells the beauty before pushing her card back.
“By who?”
“By me,” I interrupt and she abruptly turns to face me, giving me an up close and personal look at her face as her leg brushes mine.
She’s so fucking pretty.
“Oh…um…sorry,” she rushes out and pulls her leg back. She huffs in a breath of air then sighs. “We can pay for our own drinks though.”
“But it’s already taken care of. Put your card away,” I insist with a fangless smile.
“Well, thank you for these, but we got the rest if we stay.”
If we stay. Her last words hit me in a way that unnerves me.
“Why would you leave?” I ask.
“Why would I tell you?” she fires back. “One drink doesn’t grant you an interrogation.” She’s feisty and I like that shit.
“It was one question. Can I at least get that?” I ask, even more intrigued with this pretty woman.
I can tell she’s fighting a smile but she eventually flashes it then nods. After taking a sip of her drink, she beams in approval.
“Okay. This is good, really good, so I can answer. I’m not sure this is for me, so I might be leaving after this drink.”
“Enani,” her friend sighs at her words. “Girl, we are having at least two drinks before we even consider leaving. We both need this. Give it a chance.”
The beauty has a name…Enani. It’s as intriguing as she is. It fits.
Enani turns to her friend. “We will see,” she says while nodding slowly. It takes her a minute but she gives her attention back to me. “Thanks again for the drink.” However, to my disappointment, she stands and grabs her drink. “Have a good night, sir.”
“Noab.”
