Page 53 of My Road Trip with a Vampire: Season One
“Not well, but I met him in France nearly fifty years ago. He was an old vampire. He had strange ideas about what happens to our souls once we’re turned. Did he…” His voice sounds thick around his pause. “Was he trying to get answers about the afterlife from you?”
The memory of Marcel’s desperate voice wraps around me.I can’t see anything.I shiver despite the heat of the water.
“I think so.”
“Beatrice,” Dennis calls softly. “Are you ok in there?”
“Yeah, I’m just tired, but I still need to wash my hair.”
There’s a beat of silence.
“I can help if you’d like.”
I should say no. I should stick my head under the hot water and skip a good conditioning even though I know my hair will be a puffy mess when I wake up tomorrow. I absolutely should not invite my co-worker into the shower with me when I feel so odd and tingly thinking about him. He did have sex with the woman who plotted to kill me, after all.
“I'd like that,” I say despite my years of experience in turning men down when I know something’s not good for me.
The glass door slides open, and Dennis comes behind me, the hard muscles of his abdomen pressing against my back, keeping me upright. I resist the urge to lean back into him.
My leg brushes against wet fabric, and I realize he’s half-dressed.
“Um, why are you wearing pants in the shower when I’m butt-naked?” I ask him.
He huffs out a laugh.
“I’ll wash when you’re done. It’s easier this way.”
“Easier, how?”
His hands coast between my shoulders and up my neck, working into my tight muscles. It eases some of the residual tension from my migraine. He works some shampoo into my hair as he speaks, his fingers gliding blissfully across my scalp.
“Because of the blood bond. We’re both going to feel strange for a while because you drank from me,” he says. His voice is strained like he doesn’t want to be talking about it.
“You mentioned that. Are we going to feel ill?”
“No, not ill.” There’s a low growl starting in his throat. “We’ll be able to sense each other’s strong emotions, and…”
“And what?”
“We’ll be intensely attracted to one another while bonded. Possibly territorial and protective too.”
The pounding between my legs becomes more obvious, begging for immediate attention. I rub my thighs together. I am so screwed. I’m attracted to Dennis anyways—I mean he’s gorgeous, but this is too much.
“Say something, Bea,” he says. I can feel the hard length of him pressing through his pants. I wait for him to finish smoothing a coat of conditioner through my hair, then I turn in his arms to face him.
His wet hair falls over one eye, making him look like a dude who would definitely be tatted up if he’d been born in the past three decades, but his skin is smooth and unmarked, and I run my fingers down to trace drops of water rolling down his chest.
He opens his mouth when he tips his head back, unhinged from the gentle touch.
“How long will it last?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never given anyone my blood before.”
“Guess I’m special then.”
“Beatrice,” he says in a warning voice.
“If it’s temporary, then what’s the harm of giving in?” I ask.
