“I certainly hope not,” I said and then turned to lead the way. “What if I said please?”

“To what?” she asked.

“Your name,” I said.

She sighed. “Cindy. It’s Cindy.”

I smiled triumphantly. “Pleasure to meet you Cindy.”

Once we were inside my office, I made sure this remarkable woman was first seated at my desk before I took my seat behind it.

“Care for a drink?” I asked as I slid into my seat.

“No thanks. I doubt you would have anything I would drink anyway,” she said.

I smirked. “Try me.”

She stared at me for several moments. Finally, she said, “Rum and Coke. On the rocks.”

“Interesting drink of choice,” I murmured and nodded to Brock to make it. Seconds later, it sat in front of her.

“Thank you,” she said.

Brock nodded.

I needed to figure out this woman. She might just be my demise if I wasn’t careful. I sat forward, giving the woman my full attention.

“Now, tell me… why did you send that human our way?” I asked.

She took in a deep breath. It wasn’t hard to guess that she was running low on patience, but I needed to get the whole story from her. However, as she spoke, I found myself paying less and less attention to the words she said and more and more attention to the way her lips moved as she said them.

At least she was complying.

From what I could gather, there was apparently a legend surrounding my home. Stories of some such nonsense. But that’s all I could figure out.

The woman’s lips… they were full and plump like cherries. I wondered what it would be like to kiss them or even run my thumb over them. Hell, I even imagined how they would feel surrounding my cock.

I cleared my throat and stood from my chair. “Xavier, Brock, give me a moment alone with our guest.”

“Silas,” Brock started.

I hissed.

He clamped his mouth shut. Xavier clapped him on the shoulder and gently escorted him out of the room. But not before casting a wary glance in my direction. I ignored him. Though I understood where his resistance came from. Both his and Brocks. None of that mattered. I was too far gone to stop now.

Once the two were gone, I stormed to the door and locked it. Then I faced the woman again. She was standing, staring at me with her eyebrows drawn together, contorting her features into a mix of confusion and worry. Her heart hammered away in her chest and there was an intoxicating level of arousal coming from her. Beneath all of that was the barely detectible scent of fear.

“What was all that for?” she asked.

I smiled. “Please, allow me to make up for this little misunderstanding.”

She gaped. “What do you mean?”

“Hush now,” I said as I closed the gap between us.

She searched my eyes and thousands of questions flashed behind her deep blue orbs. Before I sobered from the hitch in need engorging my dick, I wanted to savor every inch of her. I pulled her close, without her fighting against me, and slammed my mouth into hers. My sharp fangs cut into her mouth, and I tasted her divinity.

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