Page 49 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
She frowns. “Mateo must be going mad. Well, it’s lovely.”
“That’s because it’s yours, Evelyn.”
Grayson’s voice is unexpected and startles me. I yelp then curse at myself for being surprised.
“I thought I recognized it. Well, Demi, you can keep it. It fits you much better than it does me.” Her gaze drops to my chest.
Grayson’s eyes follow.
My cheeks heat.
“Can you not look at my tits?”
Grayson averts his gaze.
Evelyn struts over to me and hugs me. “Those boobies are perfect, Demi.”
This is by far the strangest conversation I’ve ever been a part of and I’m a basket case.
She struts out of the room. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Demi,” she calls over her shoulder.
Grayson watches her leave the room with a funny smile on his face.
I try not to let his beauty affect me, but it’s hard. The vampire could easily pass for one of those ripped, handsome GQ models. With fangs, of course.
“Evelyn is—”
“Insane?” I ask, cutting him off.
He laughs. “No. She’s really kind and a lot of fun. She’s lived a very long life and no longer gives a shit. Sometimes that takes people by surprise.”
I stare at the knife embedded in the wall. It’s too far away to stab him. “What do you want?”
“Depends on what you’re referring to, tiger.” Those lethal blue eyes sweep over my body. The little black slip suddenly feels even smaller.
“I’m staying.”
“Hm. I heard. You like me too much to leave, huh?”
“Hardly,” I say and walk over to the dresser. I pull open the drawers one after another, frowning when I find them empty. I slam the last one closed and huff.
Grayson clears his throat. “You’re uh, not wearing any panties.”
Covering my ass with my hands and standing up, I toss a glare in his direction. “Bleh, don’t say panties.”
He’s smart enough to keep his eyes on my face now. I can’t really be mad at him for catching an eyeful, I’m the one that bent over. Besides, he’s already seen me fully naked.
“What am I?”
Grayson sighs. “I’m not supposed to tell you.”
Placing my hands on my hips, I let out a frustrated breath. “Let me guess, the man behind door number three told you not to?”
His lips twitch. “Well, if he were here, he’d argue he’s behind door number one, but yes, he’d like to tell you himself.”
“Do I get to meet him face to face? Is he ugly or something?”
“Definitely not ugly, trust me.”
