My phone rang as soon as I’d ended my call with Vance. I checked the caller ID before answering.
“Hey, Erica, whatsup?”
“Omigod, I heard what happened last night, K. How awful! Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. It was pretty bad though. There was so much blood! It looked like something tried to eat her alive.” I shuddered at the memory. “I’m guessing someone from work called you?”
“Yeah, just a few minutes ago,” she said. “I spoke with the new boss, Leo. He said the bar might be closed through the weekend but he doesn’t know for sure yet. He offered to let me work at another place for the tips but I declined. I have an audition to get ready for anyway.”
“Hey, do you think you could take me back to the hotel first to pick up my car? The detective on the case, Vance, had to give me a ride home last night because I was such a mess.”
“Vance, huh?” Her voice instantly perked up. “Was he hot?”
“Um, yeah, you could say that.” More like an inferno.
“Why do you sound so strange? Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, Eri. Really. It’s just that something kinda happened when we got back to my place.”
“What do you mean something happened? What kind of something?”
“Well, we came back here, and I really didn’t want to be alone so I invited him in for a drink. We started talking about what happened and I got really upset. He was trying to console me, then one thing led to another and---”
“Omigod, you banged the detective?” she screamed. “Was it good? It’s about damn time, K. Good for you, honey!”
“No, I didn’t bang him!” I said. “I probably would have though, if he didn’t stop it. God knows I wanted to.”
“What do you mean he stopped it? Guys don’t stop it. What happened?”
“I don’t really know. I’m completely baffled. We were getting all hot and heavy and he just jumped off of me. He told me that we shouldn’t do this because he didn’t want to take advantage of me. Who knows? I probably scared him off or something. I started getting really aggressive towards the end. I can’t explain it, Eri, but I wanted him like ten times more than any other man I have ever met. I know it’s been a long time since I’ve had sex, but that wasn’t it. He turned me on to a degree that I’ve never experienced before. I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t stop thinking about him.”
“Wow! Even better than Chad?” she asked.
“Not even close. This was in a whole other ballpark.”
“He sounds like my kind of guy! Are you going to see him again?”
“Actually, now that you mention it…I am. Tonight in fact, but only in an official police capacity. Apparently, this Markos guy owns that new club, Voyeur-Gasm. Vance spoke with him last night and made plans to meet with him about the case. His office is in the back of this club. I’ve heard that Chad goes there a lot so we’re going to take a look around while we’re there. He wants to find him and ask some questions. Omigod, I almost forgot to tell you! You’re never going to guess who our new boss is!”
“I know who he is. Guy named Leo. Remember? I spoke with him on the phone right before I called you.”
“No, I didn’t mean it that way,” I said. “I meant the face behind the name. Leo Markos is the hot vampire from table twenty!”
“Whoa! Seriously? I knew his voice was familiar. Yum!” She paused for a moment. “So, let me get this straight. You’re telling me that your plans for this evening include going to a sex club with the hot detective that you manhandled last night…to a place that is owned by our new boss, the delicious vampire…to look for your stupid, yet also hot ex-boyfriend?”
“Um, yeah, I guess that sums it up,” I replied.
“Oh, this is going to be fun!” she laughed. “I’ll be there in a half hour and we’ll go pick up your car. I want to give you plenty of time to get ready for your date!”
“It’s not a---” Click. Why did people keep hanging up on me? Dammit!
I’d been debating what to wear since I got back from retrieving my car. Channeling my inner Pretty Woman in front of the mirror, I sprinkled fairy dust over my head. As the glittery substance abated, my new outfit appeared. I was pleased with my creation and couldn’t hold back a smile. I had on a strapless, red satin corset with a black leather mini skirt. To top it off, I added black patent leather thigh high boots with 4” stiletto heels. My hair was left down with several ringlets in place to enhance my natural waves. I went with smoky eyes, extra eyeliner, and added a frosty pink lip gloss.
I gave myself the final once over and said, “Ha! Eat your heart out, Chad. You dumb bastard!” Okay, I’ll admit, maybe Chad wasn’t the only one I was trying to impress. I heard the door buzzer and looked at my clock. Nine fifty-five. That must be him.
“Hello. Who’s there?” I asked through the intercom.
“It’s Vance. Uh, Detective Alexander.”
I buzzed him in and ran to the bathroom for a quick mist of Chanel Chance Eau Tendre. He was knocking on my front door just as I came back out. I unlocked the deadbolt and swung it open.
“Hi,” I said nervously.
“Hi,” he replied. He looked me up and down…twice. He clearly liked what he saw because that was followed by an audible gulp. I smiled at his lack of subtlety. “You ready to go?”
“I will be in just a minute. Have a seat. I just need to find my little clutch purse.”
I sifted through my closet until I found the purse. Then I transferred a few items from the one I usually carried and headed back down the hall. I found Vance waiting for me perched on one of the barstools by my breakfast bar. He was wearing a black t-shirt with well-worn jeans and shit kicker boots. He still had his five o’clock shadow, which was sexy as hell. It highlighted his angular face and strong nose. I may have blushed a little when I thought about how that stubble tickled my breasts the night before.
Clearing his throat he said, “You look great. Really great. Are you ready to go?”
“Thanks,” I replied. “I am, but we don’t really match.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Well, from what Erica’s told me, this place is pretty kinky. I had no idea what to wear so I asked her. She said there are a lot of people walking around half naked, if not fully naked. Or leather. Lots of leather. I think we need to put you into something a little more appropriate.”
He looked me up and down again and smiled. “What did you have in mind? Birthday suit or leather chaps and cowboy boots?”
“Neither, smartass!” I replied as I playfully smacked his arm. Wow! Are those his biceps? Oh my! I stepped back to assess my living canvas. “Let me think for a second. Hmmm, I know! This will look great!” I conjured up some fairy dust and sprinkled it over his head. His jeans and t-shirt were instantly transformed into a pair of black leather pants with a matching jacket. I kept his boots the same since they seemed to fit into my vision.
I decided to leave out a shirt, for which I was quite thankful. His chest was completely hairless and bronzed all over. His muscles were large, but not overpowering. He had eight-pack abs that made me want to do laundry. The pants that I gave him hugged his lower body in all the right places, showing off his ass quite well. His body was so perfectly sculpted that I had to practically restrain myself from jumping him right then and there. I gave him one more leisurely appraisal, from the bottom up. When I got to his face, I realized what I had done. His eyes looked like they were about to bulge right out of their sockets and his mouth was hanging open. I’m guessing that was because I had just revealed that I was a fairy. Mother fucker!