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Authors: Kerrelyn Sparks

Tags: #Humor, #Fantasy, #Romance, #Paranormal, #Adult, #Vampire, #Urban Fantasy

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Laszlo rushed in from the waiting room, his cell phone pressed to his ear. “Yes, we’re ready to go.” He glanced at Roman. “Would you like to go first?”

“No, you go.” Roman reached for the phone. “I’m going to need that.”

“Oh, right. Of course.” Laszlo tilted his head toward the phone that Roman now held. He closed his eyes, concentrated on Gregori’s voice, then slowly faded away.

“Gregori, hang on a minute.” Roman set the phone down, then gathered Shanna in his arms. After a few seconds of shifting her limp body around, he managed to hold her while putting the phone to his ear. The position was awkward, causing him to slump over and press his face against hers.

Over the phone, he heard the sound of laughter. What the hell? “Gregori, is that you?”

“Oral sex? ” Gregori burst into another round of laughter.

Roman gritted his newly fixed teeth. That damned Laszlo. It had taken him only a few seconds to squawk.

“Snap! What a hot babe! Wait till I tell the guys. Or maybe I should tell your harem. Meow!” Gregori hissed in an imitation of a catright.

“Shut up, Gregori. I have to get back before sunrise.”

“Well, you can’t if I shut up. You need my voice.” He laughed some more.

“You won’t have a voice once I wring your neck.”

“Oh, come on. Lighten up, bro. So, is it true? You were having trouble deciding which… treatment you wanted?” Gregori snickered. “I hear you were up for the second one.”

“After I strangle you, I’m cutting Laszlo’s tongue out and feeding it to a dog.”

“You don’t have a dog.” Gregori’s voice sounded fainter. “Can you believe it? He’s threatening us with bodily harm.”

That last sentence must have been aimed at Laszlo. Roman heard an alarmed squeak in the distance.

“Chicken!” Gregori yelled. “Well, Laszlo just ran off to a guest room. I guess he’s heard those rumors about you being some kind of wild, murderous beast in the past.”

They weren’t rumors. Having been transformed only twelve years earlier, Gregori had no idea the magnitude of sins Roman had committed over the centuries.

“Then there are the other rumors, that you were once a priest or a monk.” Gregori laughed. “But I know that one has to be bogus. I mean, really. Any guy who keeps a harem of ten hot Vamp chicks is not exactly…”

Roman let the words fade away as he concentrated on the location of Gregori’s voice. The dental office wavered before his eyes, followed by blackness. Then he was home.

“‘Oh, there you are.” Gregori hung up the phone he’d been using. He leaned back in the chair at Roman’s desk.

Roman scowled at him silently.

“So the dentist is asleep, huh?” Gregori propped his feet up on Roman’s desk and grinned. “Did you wear her out?”

Roman dropped Laszlo’s phone on the desk, then wandered over to the chaise. He lowered Shanna onto the blood-red velvet.

“I hear she did a good job on your fang,” Gregori continued. “You know, I’ve been thinking about that exercise program you mentioned, the one where we make sure our fangs stay in good shape, and I had this great idea.”

Roman turned toward the desk.

“We could do an exercise video and sell it on the Digital Vampire Network. I asked Simone, and she agreed to be the star of the show. What do you think?”

Roman approached the desk slowly.

Gregori’s smile faded. “What’s up, bro?”

Roman planted his palms on the desk and leaned forward.

Gregori swung his feet off the desk and gazed at him warily. “Something wrong, boss?”

“You will not repeat anything that happened tonight. Nothing about my fang, and especially nothing about Shanna. Do you understand?”

“Yeah.” Gregori cleared his throat. “Nothing happened.”

“Good. Now, go.”

Gregori headed for the door, muttering beneath his breath. “Grumpy old man.” He paused with one hand on the doorknob and glanced at Shanna. “It’s none of my business, but I think you should keep her. She’ll be good for you.” He let himself out.

Maybe she would. But he was definitely not good for Shanna. Roman sat heavily at his desk. The sun must be touching the horizon, for he suddenly felt exhausted. It was a harsh truth that when darkness faded away, so did a vampire’s strength. Soon he wouldn’t have enough strength to even stay awake.

It was a vampire’s greatest weakness, his time of greatest vulnerability, and it happened every damned day. How many times over the centuries had he fallen asleep, worried that his body would be discovered during the daylight hours? A mortal could drive a stake through his heart while he lay there helplessly asleep. It had almost happened in 1862, the last time he’d involved himself with a mortal female. Eliza.

He’d never forgotten the horror of waking after sunset to find his coffin wide open and a wooden stake resting across his chest. This accursed vulnerability had to end. He was working on it in his lab. A formula that would enable a vampire to stay awake and retain his strength during the day. They would still need to avoid the burning rays of direct sunlight, but even so, it would be a momentous achievement. Roman was very close to a breakthrough. If he succeeded, he could change the vampire world forever.

He could almost pretend he was alive.

He looked at Shanna where she slumbered in sweet ignorance. How would she react if she learned the truth about him? Could she pretend he was alive, or would the fact that he was a dead demon drive a stake between them forever? He slumped at his desk, his energy draining away. It could be the sun causing this, but he suspected it was also depression. He dreaded the look of horror that would appear on Shanna’s face if she learned the truth.

Shame. Guilt. Remorse. It sucked. He couldn’t drag her into it. She deserved joy in her life.

He grabbed a pen and a blank piece of paper. Radinka, he wrote at the top. His secretary would see this on his desk when she checked for messages. Buy everything Shanna will need. Size 12. 36B. I want… His hand dragged slowly across the paper. His eyelids grew heavy… colors. No black. Not for Shanna. She was sunshine—sorely missed, but forever beyond his reach. She was like a rainbow, full of color and the sweet promise of hope. He blinked and squinted at the paper. Get her some brownies. He dropped the pen and heaved himself to his feet.

With a groan, he lifted Shanna in his arms. He trudged from the office to the top of the stairs. Slowly, he made his way down, one step at a time. At the landing, he rested. His vision grew hazy, as if he were trying to look down a long tunnel.

Someone was coming up the stairs.

“Good morning, sir,” a cheerful voice greeted him. It was Phil, one of the daytime mortal guards who worked for MacKay Security and Investigation. “You’re not usually up this late.”

Roman opened his mouth to answer, but it took every ounce of his remaining strength to keep from dropping Shanna.

The guard’s eyes widened. “Is something wrong? Do you need help?” He ran up to the landing.

“Blue room, fourth floor,” Roman gasped.

“Here, let me.” Phil took Shanna in his arms and headed back down the stairs to the fourth floor.

Roman stumbled after him. Thank God, these daytime guards were trustworthy. Angus MacKay trained them well and paid them a small fortune to keep their mouths shut. They knew exactly what kind of creatures they were protecting. They didn’t mind. According to Angus, some of them were creatures, too.

Phil stopped in front of a door on the fourth floor. “Is this the right room?” When Roman nodded, he turned the knob and pushed the door open with his foot.

Sunlight spilled through the open doorway.

Roman jolted to a stop. “The shutters,” he whispered.

“I got it.” Phil hurried into the room.

Roman waited. He leaned against a wall, out of reach of the strip of sunlight that stretched across the hall carpet. God’s blood, he was tired enough to fall asleep standing up. Soon he heard a metallic click, and the strip of light disappeared. Phil had closed the thick aluminum shutters on the window.

Roman staggered forward till he reached the door. There he saw that Phil had deposited Shanna on top of the bed.

“Is there anything else I can do?” Phil headed for the door.

“No. Thank you.” Roman lurched into the room and caught himself against an armoire.

“Good morning—or night, then.” Phil gave him a doubtful look and closed the door behind him.

Roman weaved toward the bed. He couldn’t let Shanna sleep with her shoes on. He pulled the white Nikes off and dropped them on the floor. The stained lab coat needed to go, too. He leaned over and almost collapsed on top of her. He shook his head. Stay awake! Just a little bit longer. He unbuttoned the coat, tugged the sleeves down her arms, then rolled her onto her side so he could pull the coat out from beneath her. He dropped it onto the floor beside her shoes. He stumbled around the foot of the queen-sized bed, then pulled back the covers to reveal clean white sheets. With effort, he rolled Shanna onto the exposed sheet. He stuffed her feet under the covers and raised the sheet and bedspread up to her chin. There, she was comfortable.

And he couldn’t go any further.

Shanna woke up feeling wonderfully refreshed and happy. The feeling soon faded, though, when she realized she had no idea where she was. A dark room. A comfortable bed. Unfortunately, she had no memory of entering this room or climbing into this bed. In fact, the last thing she remembered was venturing inside Roman Draganesti’s office. Because of a nasty headache, she’d rested on a velvet reclining chaise, and then—nothing.

She closed her eyes, struggling to remember. A dental office flitted through her mind, a strange one, not the place where she worked. Weird. She must have dreamed about working in a new job.

She pushed back the covers and sat up. Her stocking feet brushed against thick carpet. Where were her shoes? Red neon numbers glowed from a clock radio beside the bed. Six minutes after four. Morning or afternoon? The room was so dark, it was hard to tell. She’d gone to Roman’s office after four in the morning. So it must be afternoon.

She groped along the bedside table till she felt the base of a lamp. She clicked on the switch and caught her breath.

What a beautiful stained glass lamp. Shades of dusty blue and lavender shone in the dim light. She could see the room now. It was bigger than her entire apartment in SoHo. The carpet was gray, the walls a pale blue. Curtains in muted stripes of blue and lavender framed the window. The window itself was completely covered with shiny metal shutters, clamped shut. No wonder the room was so dark.

The bed was a canopy four-poster of pale white oak. Sheer voile in shades of blue and lavender were draped along the upper frame. A beautiful bed. Shanna looked over her shoulder.

An occupied bed.

With a strangled shriek, she leaped to her feet. Oh my God, Roman Draganesti was in her bed! How dare he sleep in her bed? Or, God help her, maybe she had slept in his bed. Maybe this was his room. How could she have no memory of this?

She checked her clothes. Her shoes and lab coat were gone, but otherwise, she appeared intact. And unmolested. He lay flat on his back on top of the bedspread, still fully clothed in his black sweater and jeans. Sheesh, the man’s shoes were still on.

Why on earth would he sleep with her? Was he that committed to protecting her? Or did he have other motives? Her gaze gravitated toward his jeans. He hadn’t kept his attraction to her a secret. Darn, it would just be her luck if a gorgeous hunk tried to seduce her, and she couldn’t even remember it.

She rounded the bed, studying him. He looked very peaceful, almost innocent, though she knew better. Why, it wouldn’t surprise her if he was just pretending to be asleep.

On the floor, she spotted her lab coat and shoes. She had no memory of taking them off, so Roman must have done it. Then why didn’t he take off his own shoes?

She stepped closer to him. “Hello? Good morning… or afternoon.”

No response.

She chewed her lip, wondering what to do. He wasn’t much of a protector if he slept this soundly. She leaned close to his face. “The Russians are coming!”

His face remained immobile. Sheesh. A lot of help he would be. She scanned the room. Two doors. She cracked the first one and saw a long hallway with many doors on each side. This had to be the fourth floor and a guest room. The fifth floor didn’t have a hallway. Roman had that floor all to himself. She spotted a man close to the stairs with his back turned toward her. No kilt, but he wore a gun holster on his belt. A guard, she supposed, though definitely not a Highlander. His khaki pants and navy polo shirt were ordinary.

She closed the door and tried the next one. Great, a bathroom. Everything was there—toilet, bathtub, sink, towels, toothpaste, toothbrush—everything but a mirror. That was weird. She took care of business, then unlocked the door and peeked out. Roman was still asleep in her bed. She flicked the bathroom light switch on and off a few times, creating a strobe effect on his face. Still nothing. What a sound sleeper.

She washed her face and brushed her teeth. Now she felt better equipped for a showdown with the uninvited man in her bed.

She paced toward him, a smile pasted on her face, and in a loud voice, announced, “Good morning, Mr. Draganesti. Would it be too much of an imposition to expect you to sleep in your own bed from now on?”

No answer. Not even a snore. Didn’t men snore? Hmm, not if he was pretending.

“It’s not that I don’t find your company stimulating. You’re certainly a laugh a minute.” She moved closer and poked him in the shoulder. “Come on, I know you’re faking it.”

Nothing.

She leaned over and whispered in his ear. “You realize this means war.” Still no response. She examined the entire length of him. Long legs, trim waist, broad shoulders, strong jaw, a straight nose, though just a tad too long. It fit him, though, suited his arrogance. A strand of black hair lay across his cheekbone. She brushed the hair back. It was fine and soft.

No reaction whatsoever. He was certainly good at playing possum.

She perched beside him on the bed and placed her hands on his shoulders. “I have come to ravish your body. Resistance is futile.”

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