of me. I looked up into her soft,
brown eyes slightly confused. “This isn't what I
ordered."
She stared back at me, the emotion washing from her face. Pulling my gaze away I muttered a curse under my breath. She wasn't very strong-willed if all it took to put the whammy on her was to look into my eyes. That particular personality trait infuriated me. I bet she wasn't even capable of making her own decisions, and needed to have a lover to validate her very existence. I lifted my hand and snapped my fingers in front of her face. She shook her head once looking disoriented. I held up the drink. “Hey, this isn't what I wanted."
It took her a minute, but she realized what she'd been doing. “Oh.” She pointed over my shoulder. “Compliments of that gentleman over there.” Throwing her hand towel back over her shoulder, she turned and walked away slightly bewildered. Frustrated, I hung my head. I hated bars.Why is it that a woman couldn't walk into one without getting the obligatory free drinks and request for her phone number? I just wanted a nice, quiet
drink.Was that so much to ask?
Apparently so.
Curiosity overwhelmed me. Turning on my stool, I shot a quick glance over my shoulder. I didn't know it was possible, but my mood worsened.How the hell did he keep finding me? "Hello, Rosy."
"Jared,” I acknowledged as emotionlessly as I could manage. His unearthly blue eyes appeared luminous in the low light.
I kept my gaze from meeting his, all the while trying not to seem as though I was. No one was exactly sure how old Jared was. He had somehow skillfully avoided a paper trail that seemed to plague most really old Vampires. He had even avoided Brimstone. The first entry in the database had been input by me only about a year ago after he first approached me. He was good. There was no doubt about that. Jared pushed his black leather jacket aside and slid onto the empty stool next to mine. “How can Brimstone keep such a beautiful Vampire away from the moonlight?" Now this was more like the Jared I knew. He seemed like himself again, instead of the unsure Vampire I had encountered in the parking garage. Probably because he was drunk. “Been busy,” was all I could think to reply.
Setting his glass on the bar, his hands moved languidly toward mine. I wanted to shrink away, but didn't want to show fear. As his pale fingertips met the back of my hand, I felt a tremor run up my arm. It was almost electric. I turned away from him, focusing instead on the glass of wine he had ordered for me. "I haven't received your answer yet.” His voice sounded far away, almost lost in the thrum of the club's bass. “I have been waiting so long for you, Rosy. Don't make me wait anymore." Dammit!He was trying to put the whammy on me. And it was starting to work.What was I saying
about weak-willed people? I take it back. I needed to get out of here and away from him. “Listen,
Jared, I've had a long day."
"They treat you so unfairly at Brimstone,” he acknowledged. “If you accept my offer, you would never
She stared back at me, the emotion washing from her face. Pulling my gaze away I muttered a curse under my breath. She wasn't very strong-willed if all it took to put the whammy on her was to look into my eyes. That particular personality trait infuriated me. I bet she wasn't even capable of making her own decisions, and needed to have a lover to validate her very existence. I lifted my hand and snapped my fingers in front of her face. She shook her head once looking disoriented. I held up the drink. “Hey, this isn't what I wanted."
It took her a minute, but she realized what she'd been doing. “Oh.” She pointed over my shoulder. “Compliments of that gentleman over there.” Throwing her hand towel back over her shoulder, she turned and walked away slightly bewildered. Frustrated, I hung my head. I hated bars.Why is it that a woman couldn't walk into one without getting the obligatory free drinks and request for her phone number? I just wanted a nice, quiet
drink.Was that so much to ask?
Apparently so.
Curiosity overwhelmed me. Turning on my stool, I shot a quick glance over my shoulder. I didn't know it was possible, but my mood worsened.How the hell did he keep finding me? "Hello, Rosy."
"Jared,” I acknowledged as emotionlessly as I could manage. His unearthly blue eyes appeared luminous in the low light.
I kept my gaze from meeting his, all the while trying not to seem as though I was. No one was exactly sure how old Jared was. He had somehow skillfully avoided a paper trail that seemed to plague most really old Vampires. He had even avoided Brimstone. The first entry in the database had been input by me only about a year ago after he first approached me. He was good. There was no doubt about that. Jared pushed his black leather jacket aside and slid onto the empty stool next to mine. “How can Brimstone keep such a beautiful Vampire away from the moonlight?" Now this was more like the Jared I knew. He seemed like himself again, instead of the unsure Vampire I had encountered in the parking garage. Probably because he was drunk. “Been busy,” was all I could think to reply.
Setting his glass on the bar, his hands moved languidly toward mine. I wanted to shrink away, but didn't want to show fear. As his pale fingertips met the back of my hand, I felt a tremor run up my arm. It was almost electric. I turned away from him, focusing instead on the glass of wine he had ordered for me. "I haven't received your answer yet.” His voice sounded far away, almost lost in the thrum of the club's bass. “I have been waiting so long for you, Rosy. Don't make me wait anymore." Dammit!He was trying to put the whammy on me. And it was starting to work.What was I saying
about weak-willed people? I take it back. I needed to get out of here and away from him. “Listen,
Jared, I've had a long day."
"They treat you so unfairly at Brimstone,” he acknowledged. “If you accept my offer, you would never