Page 62 of Blood Taken (Blood Mafia 2)
"I'm not sure if I should be insulted or flattered," I tell him honestly. This is a buffet of Chinese dishes. Lo mein, chow mein, fried rice of all varieties, egg rolls, orange chicken, Mongolian beef, and is that—? "No friggin way you got steam buns too?"
Colt smiles, one of the biggest grins I've ever seen him wear. He glances at the counter. "I guess I went a little overboard, but seeing as I was the reason you didn't get your food last time, I figured I'd make it up to you."
I bounce on my toes and shimmy in place. "I'm so excited! I don't think I can eat all of this alone. . ." I trail off, shooting him a worried look. "Are you going to eat?"
He nods. "I'll eat some. I also invited Evelyn. We have about—" he leans his head to the side like he's listening to something "—two minutes until she gets here."
I haven’t figured out how to pick out her cadence just yet, but I trust his word.
"Well, then. Allow me to say thanks." I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his mouth against mine. He backs me into the counter and pins me there, taking control of the kiss. His lips are demanding and I'm breathless by the time Evelyn pounds on the door.
"Oy. You two fucking on the Chinese? That's disgusting. I have no idea why Colt invited me if you were just going to bang."
She continues to mutter a string of obnoxious words, and I laugh against Colt's mouth.
"I should let her in."
Colt brushes the back of his hand over my cheek and kisses me again. "Fine," he says. "Let the brat in."
"Brat?" she asks, voice rising a few octaves. "Wait until I get in there, Colt."
Scooting around him, I head to the door with a dopey smile on my face. Good food will do that to a woman. No, the smile has absolutely nothing to do with the gorgeously lethal vampire in my kitchen.
"Hey," I say as I open the door.
Evelyn pouts. "How come you never kiss me?"
I pretend to gag. "Wouldn't that make it weird with your brother? That's practically incest for you two." Evelyn's beautiful, but I think I like dick a little too much to consider playing for the other team.
"You should've seen the early eighteen hundreds, talk about incest of epic proportions."
My head rears back. "What the fuck did you just say?"
Her dark eyes sweep over my horrified expression. "Oh," she says with a laugh. "Not him and me, silly. The humans. They were all about fucking cousins and marrying uncles. How do you think redheads came to be?"
She sounds entirely sincere about the last part.
"I don't think that's how redheads—oomph, hey! Who said you could come in?" I call after her when she shoves past me and struts in.
"Colt invited me, remember?" She smiles sweetly at me before turning to Colt. She flashes to him and her palm cracks across his face.
I slap my hand to my mouth and feel my eyes go as wide as saucers.
Colt licks his split lip, anger flaring in his green gaze, and crosses his arms over his chest. "Are you done throwing your fit?"
Evelyn huffs, stomping her foot. "I'm not a brat."
He gives her a once over that screams I don't believe you. "My mistake," he says coolly, meeting my gaze over her head. His lips twitch when he sees my face. "Care for some food?"
The insane vampire—okay, the more insane vampire—shoots me a withering look. "You and he cannot start sharing looks. He and Grayson do it enough as it is without adding you into the mix."
I drop my hands from my mouth. "I'm starving," I say, derailing what could become another tirade. She's rather dramatic, that one.
"Well, there's all this food here, what are you waiting for?"
"Really?" I ask her.
She blinks at me, tossing her long dark hair over her shoulder. "What?"
