Vampire Erotica Blood Rush (5 page)

This time whomever Kristos was nodding to brought a pitcher and I drained it with greedy slurps; my throat was as dry as the Sahara. Dr. Martin checked my blood pressure and pulse while I drank.

“How is she, doctor?” Kristos asked.

“Her blood pressure has risen to normal levels, which is a good sign. Other than almost going into shock, her injuries are minor. I would recommend she take it easy tonight and keep the IV in. I’ll take it out tomorrow and then she can just slowly return to normal activity from there.”

“Will there be any scarring?” Kristos’ gaze scanned my injuries, lingering on my face.

I paused mid-gulp at that. I hadn’t even thought of scarring. Unbidden, the memory of Madame Rouge noting how my skin was unmarked rose in my mind. I wasn’t particularly vain, but I had no desire to be maimed for life either.

“Maybe some minor discoloration. It just depends on her skin. If you are concerned about it, I would consult with a dermatologist. I can recommend someone if you like,” the doctor said.

“I think that would be a good idea. Just leave the information with Orion on your way out,” Kristos said.

The doctor nodded and turned to me. “I’ll be back later to check on you. Rest as much as you can, alright?”

I smiled and nodded. “Sure. Thanks.”

The doctor left and Kristos and I just stared at each other. He looked fit and trim, I noted. I had gotten the worst of last night’s adventures, but I was alive, and...
not wearing my dress
. The realization dawned on me that someone had removed my dress and put me in a white undershirt.

I plucked at the v-neck t-shirt and looked anywhere but at Kristos. “Did you um...”

“Take off your dress?”

I nodded, staring very intently at a loose thread in the blue comforter on my bed.

“And see you naked?” There was a teasing note in his voice that told me he found my modesty funny. “Yes, and the view was stunning.”

I bit my lip.

His tone became more serious. “Myra, it was an emergency. I had no idea how extensive your injuries were and the dress was in the way. I didn’t see anything I wasn’t going to see anyway, right?” When I didn’t answer, he pushed. “Right?”

“I guess,” I said. “How’s the dress?”

“Dirty, but otherwise intact. I sent it out to the cleaners.”

“Thanks.” I gave him a shy smile.

“Well, this is awkward,” Kristos finally said.

“I thought pretty much all of it was awkward.” I smiled as I spoke so he would know I was trying to be funny.

“I can see how you might think that, but, for me, almost getting a courtesan killed is a new low. I’m sorry.” His expression was contrite.

I lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “It’s not like you planned it, right?”

“No and you’ll be happy to know I fired all the security guards from last night.”

“Did you find the shooter?”

“We’re following up some leads,” he said. He broke eye contact and his expression became guarded. I’d touched on a sore spot and he clearly didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t blame him either. We barely knew each other and it was his business. Beyond being a bystander in the line of fire, it was none of mine.

Taking the hint, I changed the subject. “I guess you’re stuck with me for another day.” I gestured to the IV.

His gaze settled back on me and he relaxed. “It’s the least I can do after last night. Besides, Madame Rouge has given me very clear directions on my obligations to your health.”

“What did she say?” I clutched the bedspread, wringing it with my hands. Was I in trouble?

He sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. “She called me some names, tripled your price and generally ripped me a new one.”

Over a call girl? “Why would she do that?”

“Because if bad things happen to you, bad things happen to her business.”

That made sense. If any of this mess did. “I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I can. I don’t want to inconvenience you.”

He arched an eyebrow at me. “Do you remember what you said to me last night? Just before you passed out?”

My cheeks burned as I nodded.

He sat next to me on the bed and took my hand in his. “I’d like to try a do-over.”

“Even at triple the price?”

He planted a kiss on my shoulder. “When it comes to you, yes.” At my shocked expression, he gave a soft laugh. “You have a distinct flavor that reminds me of someone I can’t quite place. Until I remember, you are going to drive me crazy.”

I swallowed as he ran a finger down my cheek and over my collarbone. His touch was gentle, but sure and left me wanting more.

“You’re blushing again.”

“I’m always blushing,” I said.

“I like it.”

I shook my head. “I don’t get it. What’s the big deal about me blushing? You and Madame Rouge have gone on and on like I’m the coolest mood ring in the world. What gives?”

He gave me an amused smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a most attractive way. “I hadn’t thought of you as a mood ring. It’s an interesting picture.”  At my sigh of frustration, he held up a hand. “Okay, here is your explanation. Blushing is very erotic for vampires. It’s blood rushing under your skin and it’s tantalizing.”

“So last night when you bit me--”

“Your blush drove me to it.” He traced a finger from one collarbone over to the other, his eyes fixed on my pulse. He leaned in and claimed my lips with his in a fierce kiss. I could feel the pent-up passion in him, the desire to pick me up and crush me to his chest, but he held back, containing himself. Although I sensed the tension in his arms at the effort.

I moaned deep in my throat and made a mewling noise when his tongue stroked mine. I ran my hand up the back of his neck into his hair, fisting my hands in it and arching my body against his chest. Oh, yeah, I was going to totally rock this courtesan thing once I had some first-hand experience.

He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and an electric current hit all my erogenous zones at once. Kristos pulled back then, with an expression of regret. “We probably shouldn’t go any further. You haven’t even been conscious for an hour. This really isn’t the time.”

I tucked my hair behind my ear and tried to remember how to breathe. Damn, I knew he was right, but I didn’t want him to stop. Desire pulsed through my body, and with Kristos breaking contact, it became an itch I couldn’t scratch. It was frustrating.
Well, hello there sexual frustration, I don’t believe we’ve met before.

He stood up and kissed the top of my head. “I’ve asked one of my female staff to bring some clothes for you to wear for now. Madame Rouge has promised to send her team over with a wardrobe during the day. That will keep you busy until you’re well enough to do everything I want to do with you.”

I cleared my throat. “I just hope there’s underwear this time.”

He laughed. “After everything that happened last night, the underwear is what you worry about?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not much for flashing. It wasn’t even on my bucket list.” I smiled at him. “My life goal at this point is to wear underwear at all times.”

“Surely not all the time?” He leveled a gaze at me so scorching my skin felt hot even though he hadn’t touched me.

I squirmed, the heat of embarrassment flushing my cheeks. I cleared my throat and clarified, “At all times in public.”

“I’ll see that you have some. I wouldn’t want this to stress you out or anything.” He was grinning at me, thoroughly enjoying my discomfiture. “I have some business to attend to before the sun rises. We’ll talk tomorrow night. Make yourself at home. Rest, eat, figure out your panty problem.”

Chapter Four

After Kristos left, I slept for a bit, waking when someone came into my room. I bolted upright and relaxed when I saw it was just a woman with some clothes for me. She had a muscular, wiry frame and short blonde hair with dark eyes. The expression on her face was one of distaste or unhappiness. I did not get a good vibe from her.

She looked me up and down and gave me one of those fake smiles girls give the competition. “Kristos asked me to bring you something to wear. Although I don’t know why.” She dumped a pile of folded clothes on the bed and moved to leave.

“Wait, what do you mean by that?” I asked.

She paused as if thinking about her response. “He likes his girls naked. I’m surprised he even let you wear one of his shirts.” Her tone was accusatory.

“I had nothing to do with it,” I said feeling the need to defend myself. “I was unconscious. He put it on for me.”

She pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows. “Lucky you. He’s not usually that sentimental.”

“I’m Myra, by the way.” I gave her a bright smile to show there were no hard feelings. Her attitude bothered me, but maybe we could work past it to some semblance of friendliness.

She shrugged. “Who cares? You’re just the flavor of the moment. Enjoy your T-shirt, while you can.” With that, she turned on her heel and left.

Flummoxed, I gaped as she went. When I recovered my composure, I pulled on the yoga pants she’d brought, but kept Kristos’ shirt. It smelled like him and I liked it. Barefoot, with my IV bag held high in one hand, I padded through what turned out to be a penthouse suite on the top floor of an apartment building. A clock by the front door showed the time as four a.m. It was still night, but barely.

The large suite had an open floor plan in the common areas. Floor to ceiling windows showed the skyline of New York to its full effect and drove home how much money Kristos must have to pay for such a view. The furniture was sparse and Scandinavian in design. There was some art, mostly abstract, but a few paintings made me shudder, featuring women bound and whipped until they were bloody. Not my thing so I moved on, refusing to dwell on it. One person’s art is another person’s trash.

In the generous aisle kitchen, I made a meal out of fresh fruit, yogurt and orange juice. It was early, but I was hungry and off schedule. The last time I’d eaten had been at the restaurant. I ate at the counter, nodding as a uniformed guard passed by on what I assumed was his patrol. He ignored me and I wondered if he knew I was just the flavor of the moment too?

Chapter Five

The next morning, Jacques and Savon came into my room like a breeze of fresh air. I’d rested as much as I could, had the joy of navigating the bathroom while attached to an IV, called my mom to check in and raided the fridge three times. Recuperation was boring and I needed a distraction.

“Hello, umm, what’s your name again?” Jacques asked as he heaved a very large suitcase onto my bed.

“Myra,” I said, my body bouncing up as the weight of the suitcase shook the entire bed.

“Oh right. So how was getting shot?” He dropped a garment bag on top of the suitcase and unzipped it in one smooth movement.

“Scary.”

“But very rewarding,” he said over his shoulder as he headed for the closet, a stack of swirling fabric in his hands. “You are making bank off this, honey.” Hangers clanged as he hung the clothes.

“Really?” I was a little fuzzy on payment details. We’d long surpassed the original fee I’d been quoted, both on time and events. The only thing that gave me pause was we hadn’t had sex and Kristos hadn’t done more than sample my blood. Technically, I’d done nothing in my job description.

“Madame Rouge makes the vamps pay if the girl gets hurt. Plus Kristos commissioned a full wardrobe for you.” He pulled a gorgeous red satin gown out of the garment bag with a flourish. “That only happens when he likes you. If Kristos likes you, you’re making good money.”

“Have a lot of girls been shot?” I asked, nervous. I knew what Madam Rouge had said about rough sex, but were shootings a regular thing?

Savon shook his head as he sorted through his make-up case. “There’s never been a shooting. Sometimes a vamp gets a little rough maybe, but they lose their membership for that so our client list is pretty safe.”

“Are you ready to see your new wardrobe?” Jacques asked.

I nodded and watched as he paraded at least a dozen evening gowns around the room. They came in a rainbow of silken hues and were all pretty much designed for wardrobe malfunctions.

I shuddered remembering my last one. “Is there any underwear?”

“Yes, Kristos requested some for you. Why, I don’t know.” Jacques tossed a plastic shopping bag to me.

I opened it to find a bunch of tangled lace. I teased out one piece from the jumble and found it was a sheer lace thong. More sorting and I found a matching bra. There were five sets of the same design, just different colors and all see-through.

I really missed my mass produced undies.“What do vampires have against underwear?”

“Why do they drink blood?” Savon countered.

I frowned at the question. “Because they need it to live? It’s their food?”

“Then why tie it to sex?” he asked.

I had no idea and just shook my head.

“Didn’t Madame Rouge explain any of this to you?” Jacques sounded annoyed.

I raised my eyebrows. “There’s an explanation?”