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used to be.
March seemed impressed with this declaration, and I felt we were somehow kindred spirits. We were
both professional women, struggling to get by in a man s world.
Then again, prostitution was pretty much a girls club.
The spark of admiration left her eyes and she waved her hand. In any case, I don t want it to go that
far. You seem like a nice girl. I don t want to have to put you on my shit list, you hear?
Don t worry about it. I gave Evan a once-over. Vampires might be stronger than humans, but I was
betting Evan had a good fifty pounds of rock-hard muscle on me. He looked as though he could easily
snap my neck, and she was concerned for his safety? What about money? You said we needed to
cover payment.
I can get it from you at dusk. The standard room rate is two hundred dollars a day. You have to work
out the service prices with Evan. March pushed open the door, revealing a room so stunning it could
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have been on the cover of a furniture catalog. In the center, on a raised dais, sat an ultramodern
four-poster bed enameled in sleek black. The bedding matched the spotless white of the carpet, which
was broken at intervals by black leather armchairs and gleaming ebony end tables. The only color in the
room was supplied by a vase of bright pink tulips on the nightstand.
Good thing I ve got some wiggle room in my budget.
And one last thing, she said as Evan and I stepped across the threshold. You might be immortal, but
they re not. All my guys have to use protection, no if, ands or buts. Got it?
Oh, we won t be having The gentle, yet oddly pointed closing of the door cut me off.
We won t? The demigod Evan actually sounded disappointed. His body heat crept into me as he
stepped forward, his hard chest brushing against my back.
I turned to face him. Don t you ever want a night off?
A deliciously wicked smile crossed his face. Not usually, no.
In that heart-stopping moment, he reminded me so much of Cyrus, I couldn t breathe. Oh, he was much
more powerfully built than my former sire had been, and definitely more tan. Cyrus had been lean and
pale, his hair lighter than Evan s, nearly white. But the vibe from him was identical: dangerous sensuality
coupled with desperation so keen it struck pain in my own heart.
I d have to have been blind to miss that part: like my first sire, Evan obviously smothered his loneliness in
the surety of physical gratification. Unfortunately for him, he didn t wield as much power over my libido
as he thought he did.
A soft knock at the door brought me out of my silent reverie. My face flamed at the realization I d been
staring intently at the man before me, and he d clearly misinterpreted quiet contemplation for dumbstruck
passion. I was relieved to have a reason to turn away from him.
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Your bag, madam, the butler intoned with a dry note of disapproval as he opened the door.
I wondered how such a stuffy old guy ended up working in a brothel. Thanks. Just set it down.
When I was once again alone with my hulking he-man of a donor, I took a deep, fortifying breath.
Sit in that chair and& I paused, taking in his shirtless state. Well, I was going to say roll up your
sleeve out of habit, but I guess it won t be necessary.
I could take off something else, he offered, flashing his predatory grin.
No, that s fine. You re about as naked as I can handle right now. I reached into my bag and pulled out
a coiled length of tubing and a collection bag, as well as a butterfly-shaped needle and some antiseptic
swabs. I laid my supplies out like a torture chamber cache, expecting his cocky demeanor to waver.
It never did. He leaned against the back of the chair and aligned his arm perfectly with the armrest to
display the crease of his elbow. This is my good arm.
I eyed the fat, blue vein there with clinical interest, but my rumbling stomach betrayed my intent. Have
your blood drawn a lot?
Have to, in my line of work. He reached for one of the antiseptic pads and tore the wrapper. Sponging
a wide circle of alcohol over his arm, he shrugged. We have to get tested for STDs often, or we lose
our licenses.
So, what s up with your friends that they re so afraid? I mean, they d rather be bitten by a vampire than
get poked by a tiny little needle? I busied myself connecting the tube to the collection bag.
That s probably not it. He stretched his legs out, and I couldn t help but notice how long they were.
We get a lot of customers here, and they re not all pillars of the vampire community. Or maybe they are,
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and that s their problem. But after a while, we ve all learned our respective lessons, and we don t
generally trust vamps who bring props.
I made a noise of understanding as I stretched a strip of latex around his biceps. I didn t want to think
about what kind of depraved torture these guys had been exposed to. So, why did you trust me?
Evan chuckled, a rich, velvety sound that reverberated down my spine. Because you look harmless.
And damn good.
Right. I could barely contain my exhausted laughter. I m driving cross-country without a shower,
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