Page 16 of Dear Mr. Vampire

“You showed.” His dark brow hitched.

“You didn’t think that I would?” I couldn’t conceal my smile.

“It was a fifty-fifty chance.”

“I didn’t have anything else to do.” I nonchalantly added. I was joking. I hope he got the joke.

“There were plenty of other things to do.” He called me out. “You chose me.”

I twisted my lips at him and his brazenly arrogant statement.Cocky much?

“I chose the tour.”

“Yes, the tour.” Zand lifted his elbow out from his side.

I paused before I realized he wanted me to hook my arm in his. I did as he expected and willed my armpits not to sweat.

We walked across the room. But I felt like I was gliding.

“You look lovely.” He held me closer to his side.

“Thank you.” My heart started beating so fast it felt like Serena Williams hit me in the chest with a tennis ball.

Zand led us past a burly security guard that was standing in adarkened hallway. There were rooms on each side of the hall, but we walked to the end of the hall where elevator doors were closed. Zand typed a code into the elevator keypad. In seconds, the elevator doors quietly parted.

Okay, this is happening. What is actually happening?

CHAPTER SEVEN

ZAND

There was something about Chanel, something special, fresh, alluring. She was unique. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I couldn’t sleep thinking about her. She was in my dreams. She was in my waking thoughts. I hoped she would accept my invitation for a tour.

When she magically appeared at The Castle, I had to fight to keep my composure. I fought to hold back a smile. This was the feeling I had when I liked a girl in high school. I hadn’t felt this way in a very long time and I felt this way about Chanel.

Stunning was the first word that came to my muddled mind. Chanel was even more beautiful than she was yesterday. She showed up in a sexy, sandrift-colored fitted dress. I wanted to rip from her body.Did she wear it for me? Was she trying to tempt me? Did she know how good she looked in this dress?

Something about this particular woman rocked my confidence. That feat was rather difficult for any woman. I was always on an elevated level of arrogant. I would never claim that all women were the same, but I never felt such warmth radiating from any other woman.

Her alluring brown eyes seemed to gaze deeper into me than I wanted to acknowledge. It could all be in my head, but therewas a tingle in the air, a chemistry that I was sure that I wasn’t making up in my wild, kinky imagination whenever she was near.

I ushered her down the hall toward the elevator. I tapped the button for the third floor. As soon as the elevator doors closed, I entangled our arms and held her hand. I squeezed her palm. This felt familiar, but I was sure I’d never met her in the past.

“You okay?” I breathed between exhaling.

“Yes.” She didn’t look at me. She was anxious. I could almost hear her rapid heartbeat in the quiet of the elevator. “What’s on the third floor?”

“The members’ only private lounge, a few dressing rooms and several offices.”

“Oh.”

We both remained silent until the elevator doors opened. I guided her out of the small metal box. Instead of pulling her behind me, I walked a pace suitable for the very sexy high heels she wore.

“Zand.”

“Yes.”

“Do you work here?”

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