“You’re wasting your time. Find somebodyelse to be your blood bank—it’s never going to happen with me.”
“Is that so?” His hand shot out faster thanmy eye could track and caught me by the arm. Before I could stophim, he had pushed the sleeve of my gray suit jacket up, baring thescars on my wrist. “You claim to hate vampires and yet you arefeeding one of our number, Addison. Who is the luckyrecipient?”
“Let me go,” I said, but I didn’tstruggle—what would be the point? I could yank my arm out of itssocket more easily than I could break his light grip. “What I do onmy own time is none of your fucking business,” I told him.
“Whoever it is, they are not veryexperienced. I could heal these for you, you know.” His thumbglided over the scarred inside of my wrist with a touch so gentle Icould barely feel it. Yet it seemed to send electrical tinglesthrough my entire body.
“I said let me go.” I was breathinghard—from anger, obviously.
Finally Corbin released me. “Very well.”
“That’s it.” I began to scribble on my padas soon as I got my arm back. “You can expect a summons. I knowthey didn’t have sexual harassment seminars back when you were madeor spawned or whatever the hell you call it…”
“Born to darkness,” he said, watching as Iwrote. “Or brought over. That is what we call it when we are firstmade.”
“Whatever.” I tore off the slip and handedhim the ticket. “The point is, I came in to inspect your club andinterview your employees—not put up with your bullshit.”
Corbin looked surprised. “I wouldn’t haveoffered you sexual favors if it wasn’t so blindingly obvious thatyou need them, Addison. Or if I didn’t find you so bewitchinglybeautiful.”
I threw up my hands in disgust. “Nothinggets through to you, does it? At the very least you’re going to bepaying a hefty fine but you just keep on talking trash. How manyways can I say this? I’m not interested.”
Corbin smiled, showing fang again. “I willbelieve what you are saying when your body agrees with your words.In the meantime, consider my offer open—for both the sex and thescars. Good evening, Addison.”
He glided away, leaving me fuming. “The nameis Officer Godwin to you,” I said under my breath, knowing he couldstill hear me even across the crowded room and the thumping bassbeat of the music from the dance floor. Sure enough, he smiled atme and sketched a little salute. Damn him. I hoped the judgesentenced him to double the usual fine—triple. Unfortunately thatwouldn’t teach him a lesson—Corbin was loaded, even with the heftyinsurance premiums he was paying to run a glam-sex club. Whateverfine he wound up with would be a drop in the bucket compared to thetake at Under the Fang for even a single night.
Still seething, I turned on my heel andheaded for the glowing red exit sign at the back of the club.Unfortunately, to get to it I had to pass the glam booths, whichall had glass walls, both for full disclosure as the law demandedand for the flocks of voyeurs that liked to watch someone else getglammed.
On either side of me I caught glimpses ofglam-sex for blood transactions in various stages. Typically thevamp took blood first—payment up front so to speak—before doing theglam session. Of course, before any of that could take place, thehuman party had to sign a ridiculously long waiver releasing thevampire who was glamming him, as well as the club and its ownershipfrom any liability. You’d think that all the legal mumbo-jumbo youhad to go through to have mind-sex with a vamp would take some ofthe fun out of it but apparently not. Despite the late hour, I knewpeople were still lined up around the block to get in and most ofthem had already signed the waiver while they waited.
“Look into my eyes,” I heard a sultry voicemurmur as a female vamp leaned across a small table and took amiddle aged, balding businessman by the hands. “We are nakedtogether, just the two of us lying in the middle of a king-sizedbed.”
“Yes,” he breathed, his pupils dilatedhugely. “Yes, with black satin sheets. And I’m tied to thebed.”
“If you wish.” The vamp looked bored. Nodoubt she heard this same scenario over and over again. “So Iunderstand you have been a very naughty boy and you need to bepunished.”
“Yes!” The bald businessman was sweatingnow. He leaned forward, clutching her hands eagerly. “Yes, I’m bad.And you have to spank me.”
“All right. I’m getting my paddle. It’sblack leather and it’s full of holes to cut the wind resistance.You’re really going to feel this on your backside, you naughtylittle boy.”
Though I had never experienced glam-sexmyself, I knew that the man was actually seeing what the vamp wasdescribing. It was kind of like phone sex but with very vividrealistic images to go along with it. A perverted mind-movie soconvincing that glam-addicts often couldn’t remember what they hadand hadn’t actually done.
The businessman already had one hand downhis pants, wanking himself shamelessly—pathetic. Also unnecessaryin some cases. I’d heard that some of the older vamps couldactually make you come without a single physical touch—yours, ofcourse, not theirs. Alec Corbin could probably just look atyou the right way and give you multiple orgasms. I shut thatthought down quickly—he was more than a four-star vamp, he was afour-star asshole and there was no way I was attracted to him andhis blatant come-ons.
“The master says I am to give you this.”
The smooth, cool voice beside me made mejump. I realized I’d been standing there, watching the sweatybusinessman and the bored female vampire have glam-sex as avidly asany of the other dozen or so voyeurs that were wandering up anddown the aisle that housed the glam booths.
“What is it?” I stared at the card thesmall, curly-haired vampire was holding out to
