Page 17 of Dear Mr. Vampire
“Uh, I wouldn’t call it working.” I raised an eyebrow while she wasn’t looking. I stopped in the doorway of one of the dressing rooms. “This is the room for the main talent, mainly recording artists and their entourage.”
“It looks nice.”
“It’s been remodeled.”
I never gave tours, but I wanted to impress her. But I also didn’t want to look like a braggadocious prick. I wasn’t sure if I was succeeding. It was important for me to be cool, although I wanted to fuck the shit out of this woman. I could only imagine how divine her hot molten orgasm would feel coating my cock.
Chanel stepped into the room, pulling me in behind her. She was leading me and I loved it. It also gave me a split second to salivate over her nice, perfect ass. She examined the walls laced with framed photographs of famous and not so famous celebrities.I’d seen these photographs a thousand times. I instead examined her glowing, exposed skin.
“Have all these people performed here?” She asked.
“Yes, everyone on the wall has performed on the stage.”
“That’s very cool.”
“Honestly, some of the younger artists I don’t know their music. I’m getting too old. It’s hard to keep up with the newer talent.”
“You’re not getting old.” Her lips twisted in disbelief.
“Huh, well, age is relative.” I countered.
“How old are you?”
She wanted information, and that was a good sign for me. She was interested in me. “You really want to know?”
“Yes, I’m thirty-two. Now it’s your turn.” She batted her long eyelashes at me. They were her real lashes. I hadn’t seen real lashes in a while. Fake ones appear to be the rage for a few years now.
“I’m twenty-eight.”Going on one hundred and four.“Do you have something against older men?”
“You mean younger men.” She corrected.
“Yeah, younger men like me.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Four years isn’t a big age difference.”
She shrugged. “Yeah, it’s not at all.”
“There’s an invitation only Halloween costume party coming up in two weeks if you’re interested.”
“Are you going to be there?” She inquired.
“Yes. It’s no pressure, but you’re invited. We can go together or you can meet me here.”
“I don’t know.”
“Please.”Did I just say please?
“No, it’s just a costume. You said a costume party. I don’t have a costume. I haven’t dressed up for Halloween in years.”
“How many years?”
“Like five years.”
“You have time to find something.”
“Are you wearing a costume?”
