Page 51 of Wicked Allure
She hopped back on her cot. Lamaya pulled the curtain closed to give them a sense of privacy. Butterflies in Tomesha’s stomach fluttered to life. What did the test reveal?
“So am I good?” Tomesha asked.
“You are. I want you to continue taking the increased dose of the kenaf weed. After feedings, I want you to also do the ifalla tea each night. Only one donor per shift also. I know some humans may allow multiple feedings, but I don’t think you can be one of them.”
Lamaya handed Tomesha a piece of paper. It held the results of the blood test that she’d performed, but Tomesha didn’t understand any of it.
“But my blood stores are good? Is this what this means?” She looked up from the paper.
“Yes. We want to keep humans who are constant donors with a slightly elevated hemoglobin to account for the loss when you donate. You’re a little below what I would like to see, but I believe with the kenaf weed and teas, you’ll get there and be fine. I have sent my recommendation to Mistress,” Lamaya said.
“Perfect.” Relief filled Tomesha. She trusted Lamaya to know what would be best when it came to humans and donation. She hopped down from the cot and reached for her bag. She needed to get prepared for tonight’s shift. She already had an outfit in mind?—
“Mistress did reply to my message. She’d like to see you,” Lamaya announced.
Tomesha straightened. “Now?”
“Yes. Also, I’ll have the ifalla tea leaves delivered to your suite with instructions. It’s very simple to make. If you need any assistance, just call on me.”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine. Thank you for everything.” Tomesha draped the strap of her bag on her shoulder. She wasn’t sure why Mistress would be sending for her, but she’d go and find out. It wasn’t like she could ignore the request.
“You’re most welcome.” Lamaya bowed her head then opened the curtain. “Again, call if you need anything.”
Tomesha smiled and brushed past the healer. She stuffed the paperwork into her bag and waved to Connor before heading toward the exit. She’d quickly go to see Mistress. If all was well with her, what could she want now?
“What?” Tomesha blinked and stared at Romana who sat behind her great desk as though it was an altar built solely for her.
Mistress’s sharp gaze didn’t waver from Tomesha after she’d dropped the bomb of an announcement. Crimson nails tapped against the polished wood as Mistress remained calm even though Tomesha’s heart was going into overdrive.
“Would this be a problem?” Mistress asked. Her perfectly arched eyebrow rose. She studied Tomesha.
“I mean no. I guess not. I just didn’t think…” Tomesha paused and blinked.
Dru was requesting Tomesha be her private donor while she was in town. Her breath caught in her throat at the thought of seeing the strong vampire again. Even though Dru had taken too much blood from her, she didn’t hold any ill will toward her.
If anything, she grew excited.
“It is a great honor, my dear. General Moldark is the right hand of the warden, Princess Lethia Riskel?—”
“I know. I’m just shocked. I guess I was thinking that with what happened, you would want another donor for her. Someone with more experience. You know, someone who doesn’t almost die after her first donation.” Tomesha tried her hand at a small joke, but it fell flat. She glanced down at her hands as she sat in the chair across from Mistress’s desk. She’d heard of donors doing private jobs or making house calls. She glanced back up at Romana. “So what does that mean exactly?”
She’d been too shocked when Mistress had announced Dru’s request that she hadn’t heard anything else.
All she’d heard was Dru wanted only her.
A shiver rippled through her body at the thought of seeing Dru again. Her kisses hadn’t been far from her mind. Or the orgasms the woman had pulled from her. She straightened in her seat to pay attention to what Mistress was saying.
“It means that you’ll be at the beck and call of the general. She’s paying a big fee to be the only vampire who will feed from you. No other services are to be provided to another while she’s here,” Ramona said. Mistress spoke as if she were speaking of a business deal for goods, not that of providing a human being to a vampire. “You’ll be paid well along with whatever tips or gifts the general will bestow upon you. It will be up to the general if you provide services here or at her local place of residence while in Butterbush.”
Tomesha nodded as she continued to listen to the other details. This agreement included stipulations that Tomesha didn’t even have sex with any other client. She could work as a server only when not entertaining the general. No sexual favors, no feeding. Be on call for the general. Whatever the general wanted, Tomesha had to provide.
“What if I’m working as a server and someone gets upset that I tell them I can’t service them?” she asked.
Valentina’s reaction surfaced again. She had other clients who she was sure would be upset if they saw her working and had to decline their invitation for a private or not-so-private dalliance.
“You leave that to me. If you have any issues, you notify security immediately. Your safety is top priority here at Madam Rice’s,” Romana said matter-of-factly.
There was coldness that settled in her eyes that made Tomesha grateful she was on the vampire’s good side. She actually did like and respect Romana. She was strict but a fair employer.
