I blink. Gawked. Tried blinking again, thinking that somehow would change the last 10 seconds or so.
“You're--- a virgin?!” I exclaimed and my eyes were ready to roll out of their sockets.
Guys like that didn’t stay virgins! Guys like him had mistresses, were regulars at strip-clubs, had men and maidens lined up to do their every bidding – whether it was to suck their cock or blow their ass, it was all the same…
“That’s all you got from that?” he asked, while also seeming to be relieved for some reason.
“You! Mr. Hot-Mess himself…?!” I however continued, looking to pick up my jaw off the floor somewhere. There was just---no way that… Nope! No way…!
“I’m-I’m not very good at-at interacting with,” He stuttered and sighed. “Women.”
He said like it was a profession!
“Oh please,” I snorted, still having a hard time wrapping my mind around it. “You’re so hot, all you have to do is stand still, smile and they’ll jump your bone!”
He grinned nervously--- and of course flexed his gorgeous biceps to rub the back of his neck. I had to press my thighs together.
I swear, this guy is going to give me a heart attack!
But that’s when I finally remembered that Landon wasn’t like any of those rich spoiled brats, that I’d grown accustomed to. He was different. If he wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here with him tonight.
“Would--- you?” he asked, as a whole new color of red crept across his cheeks.
I blinked a couple of times. And unfortunately, not because of the question--- but because my immediate thought was “YES!”.
With him? Hella ye-ah!
I’d jump his bone and shag him dry. Up, down, left, right. On beds, walls, floors, and tables. Not a spot in the house would be left holy. I wanted to do him so badly, they had to re-write the Kama Sutra just to fit half the hush-hush I wanted to do to this man…
But that wasn’t me! I wasn’t the kind of girl who did that---! What the freak was wrong with me?! Ever since I walked into Landon’s bedroom, I’d become a totally different person! A brain deprived horny zombie, that only wanted to play with Landon’s joystick…
He was my aphrodisiac and I was addicted. Hook, line, and sinker!
“T-that came out wrong,” he suddenly muttered, a whole new red burning up his face. “Shit!”
For the life of me, I couldn’t stop laughing. Of course, form his perspective, that’s what it looked like…
“You mean if I would jump the bone of a hot guy if I knew one?” I asked with a grin. Ok, so I had to turn on my Landon-Later! To translate everything Landon said into normal human speech…
“Something like that?” he replied in his normal shy manner.
“Hmm, no,” I lied discreetly – although with any other guy it was the truth. “I sort of want to get to know a guy before jumping into his bed.”
“Oh,” he suddenly exclaimed--- and suddenly he looked like that one kid who got coal on Christmas. “So--- you’re not…?”
“Eh-I-Erm---oh-OH!” I muttered as I finally realized, what he was fishing for in his original question. I instantly felt my cheeks burn up. “Erm, no! I-I haven’t…” I stuttered, suddenly realizing that I was making this fir date a living hell – for the both of us! “I’m a virgin too.”
And I could have sworn his shoulders sagged in relief and a hot red blush appeared on his cheeks. He released a breath, I doubt he knew he was holding, and he made the cutes giggle that made a smile spread across my lips. And I found myself once again dumbfounded. How on earth could someone, who looked like the child of Aphrodite, act like the Hunchback of Notre Dame?!
“I guess the awkwardness of the first date is over then?” he asked, a wide grin spread all over his handsome face. I returned his smile. Ok, so, he was weird. Awkward and blurted out a thing or two that were better off not said out loud. And he obviously was an over-thinker, analyzing things that weren’t even there. But that made him just more attractive to me. He was kind and honest and he made me smile.
He was my first date…
“With you?” I replied smugly and took a step closer to him, enjoying the scent of his cologne. I looked up and behind his brown lenses, I could feel his red eyes shimmer with something, that stirred my insides in a way, no man had ever managed to make me feel before.
“Shit,” he muttered, although he wasn’t admitting defeat; but instead accepting the challenge.
“Don’t worry,” I winked. “If the food is good, I’ll take you out on a second date.”
His smile could light up the entire city…
“Yeah!” I replied truthfully.
“I guess everything rides on my soufflé then,” he grinned, holding his hand out for me to take. I tried not to tremble, as I put my hand in his and let him lead me to the dining table. Small sparks erupted where our skin touched, and my breath hitched. Landon smiled down at our intertwined hands; a smile that did sinful things to my insides.
I didn’t tell him right away, but honestly: I’d happily go on a second date with Landon. He was mine and I felt somehow possessive of him. The thought alone that he’d…
Oh--- and that’s when reality hit me!
“Hey, erm, sorry if I acted all---,” I turned to him, nervously and awkwardly trying to find the right words to explain. “Bitchy back there. I swear, I’m normally not…”
“Possessive?” he cut me off, a smug smile lingering on his lips. “I don’t mind,” was his surprising reply. “It was kind of hot.”
“Hot, eh?” I echoed back to him, raising an eyebrow at him. He didn’t say anything but grinned widely – like he knew something I didn’t.
I felt like a boy on Christmas.
I can’t believe my date with Lexi went that good. I don’t know what it was, but it felt like we had a special connection – a bond I couldn’t explain. My wolf purred in satisfaction when we touched, while my blood… well, vampires have a different way to express satisfaction. And my blood boiled, wanting nothing more than to lick her skin and taste her. To have my fill of her and let her blood become one with mine.
To consume her…
Thank the goddess, that my hunger wasn’t like normal vampires, otherwise, I don’t know if I would have been able to control myself last night.
We laughed, talked and for once, I didn’t feel like a pampered idiot forced into a situation I didn’t want to be in – like so many arranged dates before. I felt calm around Lexi and I felt like myself. Awkward and goofy, sure, but that’s just part of who I am. And she seems to get that. When I tried to say something, I didn’t have to “say” anything, because she understood me.
And she’s taking me out next Friday. And I couldn’t wait…
No, literally! I couldn’t wait---! Because I’m a stalker like that!
I knew her schedule and she’s due in my penthouse any moment now… Creepy? Possibly…! Wrong? Most likely…! Can it get me sued? Yes, definitely…!
But I just had to see her!
And suddenly I knew what the dog felt like when waiting for his master’s return. Goddess! My gut was a mess of a butterfly parade, my hands were clammy and sweaty, and my body seemed to be buzzing with electricity and life. I felt energized. Damn, I was ready to race to the top of Mount Everest!
But currently, I was pretending to be busy in my home office, waiting for her to come back--- and I may or may not have canceled my meetings just to get another glance at her.
Ok, it’s very stalker-ish! And I may need some professional help, but around her, I just can’t help myself. It’s like she’s a magnet and I’m metal – helplessly being drawn to her. My blood is calling for her and my wolf is acting like a lovesick puppy around her. He’s fiercely protective of her and although it was way out of character for the both of us, I felt ready to murder any man, who had touched her before me…
I sort of got around the whole background check by simply not reading it until after our date. She was of course clean, and I ordered a background check for all staff-members (What? If she finds out, there’s no way I’m telling her I had my guy check her out!)
After dinner, I followed her down to the lobby and waited with her for her cab to arrive. And paid – of course! Because otherwise, my Mom would have me skinned alive – and because it’s the gentleman thing to do! I kissed her hand – and small sparks erupted down my spine, making both my beasts fight for dominance. I grinned – because once they fought each other, I didn’t have to fight either of them…
And yes, my body did sometimes feel like I shared it with my horny younger brother and that one grumpy, weird uncle that looks at you strangely – you know, because you’re a meal!
On my way back up I met the guard Lexi had mentioned. He was a vampire--- and fore some reason I couldn’t control the impulse to hit him square in the face. And give him a fair warning, that if he ever looked at MY woman like that again, there was still an operational torture chamber on the bottom level…
I glanced at the time again. 31 minutes to go. I sighed. Goddess, how time seemed to pass slowly when you were waiting…
I reached over to grab my phone--- when I accidentally knocked over a stack of books on legendary flowers and mythical healing properties of certain animals, that LJ had sent me. He’d kept in contact with the witch that--- you know what? That was kind of his story to tell…
I growled, having dropped the stack of books, and I started to clean up the mess. I was getting back up when I hit my head on the desk.
I cursed under my breath, feeling to see if I’d broken the skin. Whoever said that vampires were naturally graceful, was a lying dick!
I tried to steady myself against the floor when--- it moved. I frowned. I didn’t remember that being there?! But apparently, when I hit my head, I accidentally moved the desk so this floorboard became visible.
I reached down and pulled it out. It was a secret compartment, containing just ONE item. An old, brown leather book.
Unable to contain my curiosity, I picked it up. There was a faded print of a moon and sun tribe diagram. I-I knew the meaning of this. It was the representation of two opposing powers. Good/bad. Life/death. But more than that, it wasn’t just the forces in the universe, but the battels – the demons and monsters – within ourselves…
I turned it around. There was an inscription at the bottom. I brushed off the dust and read:
To My Beloved King
Confused I undid the knot that kept it bound together and found the first page. Strangely, it looked to be some kind of correspondence, between two people…
My moon. My sun. My star.
It’s a diary, My King!
It’s supposed to be filled with your deepest thoughts! What your heart’s desires and paint a picture of that wonderful mind of yours.
You are the only one, who occupies my thoughts, my heart, and my desire.
I love you.
Forever and always.
And I love you, my King.
Forever and always.
And that’s when it hit me.
This was the Vampire King’s diary…