Page 76 of Blood Taken (Blood Mafia 2)
"Ready?" His voice is calm and collected, not a hint of the desire he spoke with moments ago to be found.
Straightening and gathering my dignity from where it crashed to the floor, I walk out of the apartment, adding a little extra sway into my hips to drive him crazy.
You said you weren't going to sleep with him, Demi.
Erhm no, I think I said if he could learn to get his shit together then I'd screw him. Or something like that. Either way, he's got a lot of apologizing to do before he gets anywhere near this magically delicious Hunter vagina... At least, I'm assuming it's magically delicious.
Colt and Grayson didn't seem to mind.
I digress. The point is, Mateo still has a shot if he can stop trying to work me over. There's nothing to be gained with his manipulations but another junk punch. I'd be more than happy to provide that service.
We get into the elevator and Mateo gives me a worried look.
"Why do I feel like you're thinking about hurting me?"
I lift an eyebrow. "What makes you think I'm thinking about hurting you?"
He points to my face. "You're smiling like you're about to destroy something."
My laughter reverberates off the walls of the elevator.
He's not wrong.
* * *
We arriveoutside an upscale restaurant known for the obscure cocktails and tiny entrees. I'm a little disappointed because I know I'll probably end up leaving hungry. Who the fuck gets full off of three pieces of asparagus and a two-ounce piece of steak?
Not this woman. Mama needs some potatoes.
The driver idles in front of the building. I've never seen this driver before. He doesn't make eye contact or speak. His movements are almost robotic. Mateo must have compelled him. I turn to see if Mateo is ready to get out. He's watching me with an unreadable look.
"What?" I finally ask when the silence is too much to bear.
"I have to make a phone call first."
"Okay, well you don't have to stare at me to do that, do you? It's distracting." I smooth my dress down and sigh. There's a line of people waiting to get in and watching the car.
His phone beeps as he dials a number and puts it on speaker. The other line picks up on the third ring.
"Yellow!"
I slap my hand over my mouth because there is only one man I know that sounds like that and says yellow as though it's still funny. My gaze finds Mateo's. He holds the phone out for me and I shake my head.
"Hello?" my dad asks, his cheery tone evaporating. "If this is a goddamned telemarketer, I told you the last time I don't need to buy any erectile dysfunction medication. Johnson works just fine on his own."
Oh, Judas Priest.
"Dad, it's me," I say after removing my hand. I wasn't going to say anything, because what can I say? However, as soon as he started talking about his Johnson—fucking kill me now—I was done.
"Demi! My girl, how you doing?"
"Is that Demi? Tell her I mailed her another post card and sent one to her boyfriend." My mother's voice fills the line.
I narrow my eyes on the vampire and mouthboyfriend? He shrugs and makes a face that readswhat else was I supposed to say?
"I'm good," I say, taking the phone from Mateo and taking it off of speaker. He can still hear everything, but it gives me a false sense of privacy. "What are you guys up to?"
I have no idea what he told them, so I do my best to act normal.
