for us. In a situation like ours, I would need only your blood. If we were both vampire, then we could survive mostly on the blood of one another. That’s why it’s very rare and considered a precious bond.”
I shook my head. “If I wasn’t afraid one of your friends would show up and kill me in my sleep, I would write a book correcting all the misinformation that humans believe about vampires.” I didn’t respond to his comment about the taste of my blood. “So now Vanessa knows why you refused her offer?”
He nodded.
“And she’s not happy about it, right?”
Conner just raised an eyebrow at me.
“Ok, that was a stupid question,” I said as I sat back to drain my wineglass. My brain felt overloaded from all the information. I didn’t know what to think. I did know that I hated Vanessa Santino, and I wanted to snatch all that long dark hair out of her head.
It also pissed me off that the night had been ruined. The first night Conner invited me to his home and some snooty vampire had to come in and act bitchy. The fact that she wanted to hump my guy just made it worse. Conner’s hand cupped the back of my neck and distracted me from my unhappy thoughts.
“Are you okay, Donna?”
I just looked at him. I really wasn’t.
He winced. “I guess it was my turn to ask a stupid question.”
I didn’t quite laugh, more like a huge sigh. I put my empty glass on the coffee table and stood.
“I think I should go, Conner.”
He rose to stand next to me. “Why?”
I barely refrained from rolling my eyes. Jesus. Men of all ages, even over three hundred, were the same. Oblivious.
“I just need some time to think.”
“What do you need to think about?” he asked. His accent was noticeably thicker and I knew he was getting angry.
I crossed my arms over my chest. “Let’s see…you have some female vampire lusting after you and it’s obvious you think she might be a danger to me, or you wouldn’t have prevented me from being alone with Tweedledee and Tweedledum while you talked to her. Oh, and let’s not forget, you basically said that the taste of my blood is a sign that we’re soul mates.”
I forgot about keeping a defensive posture and threw my hands up in air. “I’m freaked out! I don’t know how to deal with this, and I just need some time to process it all!”
Conner studied me for a moment. “Okay, Donna. I understand. Take all the time you need.”
The subtext of that was that he had all the time in the world to wait. I honestly wasn’t sure if that made me happy or scared the shit out of me.
Three days later, I dragged myself through the door of my apartment at four in the morning. The last couple of nights at work had been insane. I practically ran my feet off and spent another hour and half cleaning up every night. I couldn’t complain too much because my tips were great, but it was still exhausting.
I hadn’t called Conner since I left his house. I knew I wasn’t being fair, but I just couldn’t wrap my brain around the things that I learned. The whole contracted relationship gave me the heebie-jeebies. It was a little too much like a marriage of convenience and most of those did not end well. Maybe vampires who had lived for centuries could deal with it, but most of the human marriages of convenience I knew of ended with at least one party unhappy with the state of their life. Sometimes both spouses were completely miserable, though it was rare.
Then the whole soul mates thing was freaking me out. Conner and I hadn’t been together for long. I wouldn’t even say we were dating since we rarely went out in public together. For him to throw out the words soul mate made my skin itch.
As the days passed, I began to think of all the obstacles to our relationship. I barely knew him and, technically, he was way too old for me though you could never tell. Then it began to sink in that he was immortal, and I definitely was not. Would he continue to be young, broody, and
I shook my head. “If I wasn’t afraid one of your friends would show up and kill me in my sleep, I would write a book correcting all the misinformation that humans believe about vampires.” I didn’t respond to his comment about the taste of my blood. “So now Vanessa knows why you refused her offer?”
He nodded.
“And she’s not happy about it, right?”
Conner just raised an eyebrow at me.
“Ok, that was a stupid question,” I said as I sat back to drain my wineglass. My brain felt overloaded from all the information. I didn’t know what to think. I did know that I hated Vanessa Santino, and I wanted to snatch all that long dark hair out of her head.
It also pissed me off that the night had been ruined. The first night Conner invited me to his home and some snooty vampire had to come in and act bitchy. The fact that she wanted to hump my guy just made it worse. Conner’s hand cupped the back of my neck and distracted me from my unhappy thoughts.
“Are you okay, Donna?”
I just looked at him. I really wasn’t.
He winced. “I guess it was my turn to ask a stupid question.”
I didn’t quite laugh, more like a huge sigh. I put my empty glass on the coffee table and stood.
“I think I should go, Conner.”
He rose to stand next to me. “Why?”
I barely refrained from rolling my eyes. Jesus. Men of all ages, even over three hundred, were the same. Oblivious.
“I just need some time to think.”
“What do you need to think about?” he asked. His accent was noticeably thicker and I knew he was getting angry.
I crossed my arms over my chest. “Let’s see…you have some female vampire lusting after you and it’s obvious you think she might be a danger to me, or you wouldn’t have prevented me from being alone with Tweedledee and Tweedledum while you talked to her. Oh, and let’s not forget, you basically said that the taste of my blood is a sign that we’re soul mates.”
I forgot about keeping a defensive posture and threw my hands up in air. “I’m freaked out! I don’t know how to deal with this, and I just need some time to process it all!”
Conner studied me for a moment. “Okay, Donna. I understand. Take all the time you need.”
The subtext of that was that he had all the time in the world to wait. I honestly wasn’t sure if that made me happy or scared the shit out of me.
Three days later, I dragged myself through the door of my apartment at four in the morning. The last couple of nights at work had been insane. I practically ran my feet off and spent another hour and half cleaning up every night. I couldn’t complain too much because my tips were great, but it was still exhausting.
I hadn’t called Conner since I left his house. I knew I wasn’t being fair, but I just couldn’t wrap my brain around the things that I learned. The whole contracted relationship gave me the heebie-jeebies. It was a little too much like a marriage of convenience and most of those did not end well. Maybe vampires who had lived for centuries could deal with it, but most of the human marriages of convenience I knew of ended with at least one party unhappy with the state of their life. Sometimes both spouses were completely miserable, though it was rare.
Then the whole soul mates thing was freaking me out. Conner and I hadn’t been together for long. I wouldn’t even say we were dating since we rarely went out in public together. For him to throw out the words soul mate made my skin itch.
As the days passed, I began to think of all the obstacles to our relationship. I barely knew him and, technically, he was way too old for me though you could never tell. Then it began to sink in that he was immortal, and I definitely was not. Would he continue to be young, broody, and
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