Page 22 of Dear Mr. Vampire
“Do you want wine? I didn’t pour you one. I wasn’t sure if you were still drinking tonight.”
“Yeah, I could go for one more.”
“Red, white?”
“White.” I picked white because I didn’t want to get a headache. If I was going to be brave enough to have sex, I didn’t want to get a headache while it was happening.
Zand walked over to the kitchen island. There was an empty glass on the tabletop. He reached behind him and grabbed a fresh bottle of white wine from the other bottles that were perfectly lined under the cabinets. I watched his biceps flex as he twisted the corkscrew to remove the cork and poured the wine into my glass.
He strolled over and handed the empty glass to me. Zand had swag. I was just noticing it, and his smooth movements charmed me. I wondered how his sex game would be. I was excited that I would soon find out. I wagered in my head rather he would be good in the sack. There was absolutely no way to tell, but the women who came before me seemed to be satisfied. They all seemed pleased while doing their walk of shame. It’s my turn, but there’s no shame in my game.
That Bailey chick was all smiles when she entered the laundry room the next morning after sex with Zand. I wanted that smile, and tonight was the night. I never slept with a man I barely knew, but I was in a new city and trying to make a new life for myself. I wanted to do something daring and adventurous. I needed to do something out of character, and riding Mr. Vampire’s dick could be just that thing.
“So, you’re new in town?” His deep voice took me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah, I’ve been here in Chicago for a few months.”
I watched him as he opened his refrigerator and grabbed an open bottle of red wine. He poured himself a glass. Now I wished I would’ve asked for red. He opened a new bottle of white wine just for me. It was too late. I took another sip from my wine glass.
“How do you like the windy city so far?”
“It’s windy.” I joked.Why was I joking?
“Yes, and cold, but I like it.” He admitted through a slight grin.
“Do you really walk to and from The Castle?”
“I do.” He tilted the wine to his mouth. I watched as he licked the crimson liquid from his lips. Watching his lips made my heart beat faster.
“Do you have a car?” I asked, just to take my mind off his perfect lips.
“I do. It’s parked out back, in the lot.”
I thought about all the cars in the parking lot behind the apartment complex. “The old black car.”
“Yes, the black vintage sixty-seven hardtop Chevy Impala. That’s my baby.”
“Do you ever drive it?”
“Sometimes. I don’t have anywhere to go. The Castle is within walking distance.”
“Yeah, but that’s a nice, classic car.”
“If you find somewhere to go, I can drive you.”
“You know the city better than me.” I hadn’t even been in Chicago long enough to try a half dozen restaurants.
“That I do.” His crooked smile liquefied my little coochie juice.
“How long have you been in your apartment?” This time I was going to ask questions.
“A few years.”
“Were you born here, you know, in Chicago?”
“No, no, I’m from L.A.”
“Why did you move somewhere with winters?”
