Page 75 of Blood Taken (Blood Mafia 2)
Not that I was counting.
"You're late," I chastise him when he waltzes in like he owns the place. Which, I guess he does but that's beside the point.
His dark, dangerous gaze sweeps over me, taking in my crossed arms and scowl.
"You look ravishing."
I snort. "Cool it on the compliments, big guy. This is nothing special."
After the speaker clicked off and I blow-dried my hair, I changed into a dark red dress that hits mid-thigh and shows off my cleavage, not enough to be indecent but enough I'm suddenly very aware how much skin I'm showing. Especially when his brown eyes darken to black.
Whatever. He can look all he likes. I'm not being taken to another fancy restaurant unprepared.
"Evelyn pick that dress out?" he asks, moving his gaze over the outfit once more.
My cheeks flame with the attention. Not because I'm embarrassed by my outfit, but because I'm embarrassed by how much I like how much he likes the dress.
"No, actually. This was all me."
His lips kick up in a devastating smile, and I force myself to look away for my own sanity. He's wearing a nice pair of slacks, a black button up, and a crimson tie that matches my dress. The pervert must have watched me change.
His tattoos peek out from his rolled-up sleeves and swoop down in sharp blacks and grays, covering most of his skin. The Blood Mafia emblem on his hand taunts me.
Fucking gorgeous vampire. It's really not fair.
When I pull my eyes from his tattoos, I take a step back and crash into the wall. I didn't even see him move closer. I should have. I was too distracted checking him out. I'm a horrible Hunter, letting a vampire surprise me like this.
I'm glaring at his chest while I berate myself.
"Demi, look at me."
Huffing, I shake my head. I can't afford to get lost in his snare. "No."
He steps closer and I press into the wall, trying and failing to create more space between us. He's so close I can feel his pants brushing against my bare legs.
"Baby girl, look at me." His voice is husky and full of orgasmic promises.
I bite my lip. Well, when he says it like that. . . I lift my chin and stare into his dark brown eyes.
This was a bad idea.
He looks like the cat who ate the canary. Smug as shit and not at all sorry.
"Good girl."
I shiver when his fingers brush over my arms. I refuse to look away from him. I'm not going to let him win this pissing contest—or whatever this is. He leans in, pressing his cheek against mine and resting his lips against my ear.
"I liked you better without the dress on." His breath fans against my skin and I suck in air.
Mother fucking pervert.
"That's as close as you'll get to seeing me naked," I say, voice hoarse and raspy.
His dark laughter makes my nipples harden. "Oh, baby girl, you're a horrible liar."
There's something inherently annoying about a man who thinks he knows what you're thinking. I jerk my knee up, aiming for the jewels but his hand stops me.
He flashes across the room, leaving me clinging to the wall like a fool.
