Page 21 of Dear Mr. Vampire
“Did you expect a grubby, ancient dungeon?” I joked.
She giggled. “No, it’s just you’re in the basement, the only apartment in the basement. I didn’t think the basement apartment would be so nice and big.”
“It looks big because I don’t have much furniture.”
“You’re a single man. You don’t need much. But your place is really nice.”
“Thank you.”
“Maybe I can see your place one day.”
Chanel turned to look at me. Her shoulders rose in a slight shrug. “Maybe.” She wrapped her arms around herself and rubbed her shoulders.
“I can turn the heat up.” I rushed over to the thermostat and adjusted the temperature. I turned back to Chanel. “I tend to have it too cold most of the time.”
“It’s not you. I’m always cold.”
I rushed over to her and rubbed her arms up and down with my hands. “Your arms are cold.”
Her skin was smooth, sugary, and sweet. I pulled her in close to me. She smelled like cotton candy. My senses went into a dreamlike state as I pulled her in closer to me. I remembered the taste of cotton candy and I recalled being fond of it, just as I was fond of her.
Her scent was meant to seduce me. It was working. Thethings I wanted to do, but I couldn’t. I had to be gentle. I didn’t want to scare her away. On occasion, I was known to be a bit scary in the bedroom. I had to refrain from showing her that side of me. She wasn’t ready, and I wanted to savor her insides a few times before we parted. She was sure to dismiss me eventually and I couldn’t blame her. I was not the long-term relationship type.
My nose brushed against her hair, and I got a whiff of coconut. My hands snaked around her back, and I felt my cock jerk. There were so many lovely scents bouncing off one woman. How did other men resist her? I had to use so much restraint.
“Zand.” Her voice knocked me out of my trance.
“Yes.” I pulled back to look at her radiant face.
“Where’s your bathroom?”
“Oh, yes, it’s right around the corner. First door on the left.” I removed one hand from her body to point toward the bathroom. I removed the other hand to let her step away from me. I watched her walked down the hall to the bathroom.
If I had the mind to mate, she would be perfect for me. But I would never choose a bride. I had been there and done that and vowed to never let another woman have that much control over me. I would never commit, submit, or permit a woman to have all of me.
Women were good for sex, sometimes conversation and nothing more than that. I stood by this mantra.
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHANEL
Looking in the mirror, I needed to figure this out. Was I going to do this? I really wanted to, and I felt like I needed to. I couldn’t stay in his very clean bathroom forever. I had to make a decision, and that decision had to be final. First, I should text Morgan to let someone know where I was. It was a precaution. I didn’t think Zand was going to do anything to me, but letting someone know my whereabouts had become a habit.
I gave her a quick text stating my location and whom I was with. I let her know I would call or text her tomorrow. I decided it might be a good idea to pee after the two margaritas I had at The Castle. I had more urine than I thought. I wet some toilet paper and made sure I wiped really well. I usually kept my pubic hair low and now I was almost bare thanks to the close shave I gave myself yesterday.
I removed my pantyliner from my thong panties. I wrapped the liner up in toilet paper and tossed it in the wastebasket. After flushing and washing my hands in hot water, I was brave enough to go face Zand, Mr. Valentine, also known to me as Mr. Vampire. There was no turning back now. There was no reasonto pretend or play hard to get. I wanted this man to blow my back out.
The thought occurred to me that maybe he didn’t even want to have sex with me. It seemed stupid because he gave every indication that he wanted to get some of this pussy. But my insecurities started to surface. Maybe I was being presumptuous. No, I wasn’t. The way he held me, he let me know he wanted to do this.
I was a bad bitch, and he had one-night stands all the time. The invite into his apartment was automatically an invitation for sex. It had to be. He owned a nightclub. He was extremely private. This was his M.O. He brought women back to his house for his hanky and his panky.
Sex with him wouldn’t harm me one bit. I didn’t even know him well enough to like him or dislike him. If the sex was terrible, I could just act like it had never happened. I’m sure he would do the same. Those other women seemed to like it the way they strutted out of the apartment complex in the early morning.
I walked back into the living room. Zand was standing there, looking good enough to ride in reverse cowgirl. He removed his leather jacket, and his arm muscles were on full display. I thought about it, going down. But there was no way I was being a head doctor tonight. I was going to keep my mouth off his dick, no matter how badly I wanted to suck it. Cause I didn’t know this man and I’m going to keep my inner hooker to a minimum.
He held a glass of wine in his hand and promptly raised it to his lips. After swallowing the wine down, he smiled at me. “Hey. You good?”
I shook my head. “Yeah, I’m good.”Good and nervous.
