Dark Desire After Dark

With her arms crossed over her chest, she said, 'Just call me about thirty minutes before you're ready to leave tonight.'

'I will be bunking here with you.'

Holly tensed. Sharing a room with the husky-voiced demon she'd been dreaming about in the car? This wouldn't work at all. 'How exactly would I explain this to my boyfriend?'

'How exactly are you going to explain any of this?'

Indeed. 'I'm not going to tell him. If I can get this reversed, he never has to know.'

'Good answer. It's against the rules of the Lore to tell humans about our world.'

'But why do we have to share a room?'

'Because we're still too close to your last known whereabouts. There could be more vampires.'

'I can take care of myself.'

'That you can,' he said easily. She was alternately discomfited and pleased by his ready confidence in her abilities. 'But you'll have a hard time defending yourself when you're asleep. So that's where I come in.'

Her stomach chose that moment of silence to growl loudly.

He grinned. 'If you're going to be up for about twenty minutes more, I could go for some food. It's too early for room service, but there's a breakfast place across the street.'

She nodded. 'Can you just get me a bottle of orange juice? I don't like food prepared by others.' Or by myself.

'We'll see. If you want to grab a shower, now's the time.' At the door, he said, 'And, Holly, do not take those pearls off. Or we'll be in deep shite.'

She was still in the shower when he returned, which meant she was fair game. He grasped the bathroom door handle, gave a heft to easily break the lock, then swung the door open wide.

'The male's back from the hunt,' he called, grinning at her outraged screech.

'Get out! Shut the door!'

Since he could only distinguish a vague shape behind the clouded-glass shower stall, he decided to comply with her requests.

Crossing to the dining table, he set down the plastic bag of food. Finding her something to eat actually had turned into a hunt—because she had such strict criteria. He'd watched her enough to learn about her eccentric eating habits.

Cade had wondered why she hadn't hurried into the shower and been dressed by the time he returned, but now as his gaze swept the room, he realized she hadn't been able to drag herself away from rearranging everything not nailed down.

Three of the four chairs were neatly pushed in. With the fourth, she'd propped the chair's back against the table, leaning it forward on two legs. She'd clearly remade the bed and adjusted the pillows on the room's small sofa, which she'd also moved a few feet over.

The alarm clock on the bedside table was flush against the wall with no wire to be seen, and the remote control sat at a right angle to the center of the clock. The trash can was pressed directly against one end of the dresser, her suitcase against the other end. Her wireless laptop and cell phone sat perfectly parallel on the desk, charging.

Cade needed to check his e-mail and sports scores and map out their route for the day, so he opened her computer, and signed in as a guest. After routine Web stuff, he Googled a couple of things, unsurprised to find that she had the safe content filter on.

He leaned back in his chair, trying to imagine a life filtered of anything sexual.

Not worth living.

Hell, he was one to talk. He hadn't been with another woman since the day he'd met Holly, the longest stretch of celibacy since he'd first had sex. A few months ago, when he'd finally become convinced he could never have Holly, Cade had given a halfhearted try for a witch, but she'd wanted another.

Now he was glad of it.

He set the laptop back on the table, his attention drifting to her suitcase. Cade was itching to get a look at Nïx's letter. Thinking this a fine time to snoop, he crouched beside the bag, dragging it away from the wall so he could open the top wide.

After rooting through her folded skirts and sweater sets, he opened the side compartment, raising his brows at the contents. 'Hellooo, lingerie,' he murmured.

Cade considered himself a male of simple tastes. He didn't need outrageous lingerie to turn him on. But the thought of prim Holly in those wicked scraps of silk sent blood rushing to his groin….

She emerged then, wearing a bathrobe drawn up to her neck. 'What are you doing?' she cried.

'Looking for Nïx's letter.'

'You can't just go through my belongings!'

'I never would've suspected such naughty underthings from prim Miss Ashwin.' He hooked his forefinger under the waistband of a thong, then spun it around.

'Give those back!' She snatched it away. 'Nïx did this! She swapped out all my underwear and hose.'

He didn't doubt it, but still said, 'Yeah, right. Why would she do that?'

'I don't know—how could I possibly explain her actions?'

He snagged another pair of tiny panties, holding them up with both hands. 'Then I bet a thong like this would still be feeling…unusual.'

'Ooh, give it!'

Before she could lunge for it, he rose, tossing it back in the bag as if he'd grown bored with it. 'Now I have to wonder what's under all that terry cloth.' He pulled out another one of the chairs, then sank down.

She jutted her chin. 'Regular pj's.'

'Bullshite. Then let me see.'

'I don't have to prove anything to you.'

He leaned back with his hands behind his head. 'I've seen all the goods, Holly. Not even half a day ago, so the memory's still fresh. No need to choke yourself with terry cloth,' he said, but she wasn't listening, her sad-eyed gaze back on the pile of her now unfolded clothes.

'I'll have to redo everything.' She looked so despondent that he decided to cut her a break on his teasing.

'What would happen if you didn't?'

'I would be a basket-case, unable to think about anything else.' When she bent down to repack, her robe tightened over her ass, drawing his eyes like a magnet.

She shivered, then frowned at him over her shoulder.

'You can feel my eyes on you,' he explained. 'Immortals sense things more acutely. Sound, sight, even tactile perception. We call it hypersensitivity. You'll get used to it in time.'

Once she was finished with her bag, she stood, no doubt scanning for more disarray. If her eyes had gone wild at the sight of him scrounging through her bag, then seeing her laptop open and out of place made her sway on her feet. 'No…you…my computer?'

Holly cast him the same look he'd give a hellhound that had eaten his Super Bowl tickets. She secured the laptop, assessing it, turning it this way and that. 'Your hands were sticky! Oh, God!'

He might've had a donut or two while he'd been waiting for his order.

She dove for her antibacterial wipes. Sitting on the bed, she turned from him, hunching over the computer, wiping it down.

He could only watch her actions in grim fascination, noting her shoulders rising and falling as she took deep, calming breaths.

Apparently reassured that nothing was screwed, she put the computer back on the desk, arranging it by the cell phone, then smoothed the comforter where she'd sat.

'Look, Cadeon,' she began, but her gaze drifted back to the computer. She hurried back, adjusting it less than a millimeter to one side, then started again. 'Last night I was too stunned to react to half the things you did. Now I'm not. You won't be able to treat me as you have been.'

'Oh? Like with the saving your life and then driving you all night while you slept?'