Page 47 of Blood Taken (Blood Mafia 2)
"Because you're charming as hell and sometimes you make me forget who you are."
"And that's a bad thing?"
I glance away. "Indubitably."
He climbs off the bed and lets me step away. When I look back at him, I notice he's wearing gray sweatpants.
"See? That shit should be illegal."
Grayson glances down, thrusting his hips slightly.
Lord have mercy I swear I saw it move.
"I need to shower." I scrub my hands over my eyes, trying to unsee the outline of Grayson's cock so I can think straight.
These vampires are fucking with my head.
"Your bag is in the living room."
"Thanks." I flee from the bedroom and Grayson. It's too damn early to be fucked stupid by a vampire.
Is it?
I curse the thought. I have things to focus on, like preparing for my birth hour. It's only six hours away. I need coffee, food, maybe another snack, and some alone time before nine-thirty.
Sleeping with Grayson will have to wait until after I get my powers, because I will be getting a piece of that if I'm staying here.
He struts out of the bedroom as if on cue, the sweater material bunching in all the right places to show me just how big— "Nope," I say aloud.
"What?" he asks, his lips lifting into an aloof smile.
Asshole.
"Nothing, I'm going to shower." I grab the bag he brought for me and leave the room, ignoring how my stomach clenches when he steps into my path so I have to brush past him.
He inhales and I pick up my pace.
"I don't mind helping you," he calls at my quickly retreating back.
I ignore him because the bastard knows exactly what I want.
"I'm good," I say and close the door to Mateo's master bathroom. "Get it together, Demi. You can't fuck everything that walks."
"Why not?" Grayson shouts from the living room.
Good fucking question.
I growl and rip my clothes off, throwing them onto the floor with more force than necessary.
Mateo's already made life complicated. Pile on Gerry wanting to kill me, Colt being mad at me, and Grayson offering himself up on a platter, things are getting downright unmanageable.
First things first. Preparing for my birth hour.
I can worry about the trash fire that is my life later.
Chapter Fourteen
Demi
