little gal to dance with.”
Julian downed half the Jack and Coke and nearly choked when he looked up. Rachael strutted toward him, her clothes molded to her lithe form as usual, the black and red silk clinging to barely-concealed curves.
Her approach killed the Ritalin buzz that had kicked in.
Her blue eyes met his in a bold stare. He knew that look and what it meant. He knew what she wanted.
“Julian,” she purred in a silky voice and eased into the chair across from him. Her gaze crawled over him, slow and hot. “I’ve heard things about you. From Tommy. It’s true, isn’t it?”
That big-mouthed fucker had probably told everyone.
“Isn’t it?” she coaxed.
No point in lying. “It’s true.”
She reached over to touch his face, but he caught her wrist.
She frowned, scarlet-painted lips bowing into a pout, as she pulled against his hold.
He released her.
“I’ve always wondered what screwing a vampire would be like. How about it?”
“Don’t think so.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Why not? You should be glad I want you. And you sure didn’t mind sleeping with me before.”
“I’m interested in someone.”
Her brows lifted. “One of your kind?” She made it sound ugly, like something you’d slip into the garbage and hope no one saw.
He ground his teeth. “Yes.”
“She doesn’t have to know. Hell, she probably wouldn’t care. So get off your high horse.” She leaned over the table and her abundant breasts almost spilled out of the wisps of silk containing them. “I want you, Julian. I want you to fuck me. Maybe I’ll let you bite.”
The scent of her excitement touched off a flare of anger in him. She didn’t give a damn about him, never had. She wanted the thrill of screwing a vampire and having something to tell her slutty girlfriends. Just as she’d undoubtedly bragged about screwing the star violinist after she’d slept with him the first time.
“Isn’t happening.” He picked up his glass and drained it.
Her eyes darkened to midnight-blue and color stained her cheeks. “I didn’t want you anyway, you sorry piece of shit.” She stood, spun on her spiked heels, and strode away with her head held high.
She stopped at a table where four men were seated. To Julian’s horror, two of them wore the olive uniforms of Security Center officers.
His skin prickled, first with heat, followed by cold. One officer swiveled in his chair. Julian met the man’s eyes head on, though his insides crawled like snakes.
Where the hell was Vali? They had to get out of there before things got butthole ugly.
Rachael stood with one hand on her hip, her too-short skirt showing a lot of leg. She glanced over at him. Her expression hostile, she raised her chin. Ratting him out and probably embellishing the story. The bitch .
Vali materialized through the mob and took the seat she’d vacated.
“There’s going to be trouble. We have to get the fuck out of here.” Julian got to his feet.
“Why? What did I miss?”
“A girl I know hit on me. She’s over there talking shit to those Security Center goons. We have to go. Now.”
One of the officers pushed his chair back and stood. He stalked toward them, heavy boots clomping on the floor.
“Come on.” Julian headed for the exit.
He wove through the crowd, his body tightening with tension. He looked back. The officers were shoving their way through the milling throng, homing in on them. The spot between Julian’s shoulders itched until they exited the building. “I’ve never seen government goons in there before.”
“Come on, before those jerks get out here.”
They slipped around the side of the club, clinging to deep shadows until they reached the street behind Magpies.
Six blocks away, Vali looked back for the hundredth time. “Bogies flying up our backsides.”
Julian spotted two officers. “You think they’re looking for us?”
“Dude, I can’t believe you asked that. You think they might be searchin’ for Mr. Goodbar
Julian downed half the Jack and Coke and nearly choked when he looked up. Rachael strutted toward him, her clothes molded to her lithe form as usual, the black and red silk clinging to barely-concealed curves.
Her approach killed the Ritalin buzz that had kicked in.
Her blue eyes met his in a bold stare. He knew that look and what it meant. He knew what she wanted.
“Julian,” she purred in a silky voice and eased into the chair across from him. Her gaze crawled over him, slow and hot. “I’ve heard things about you. From Tommy. It’s true, isn’t it?”
That big-mouthed fucker had probably told everyone.
“Isn’t it?” she coaxed.
No point in lying. “It’s true.”
She reached over to touch his face, but he caught her wrist.
She frowned, scarlet-painted lips bowing into a pout, as she pulled against his hold.
He released her.
“I’ve always wondered what screwing a vampire would be like. How about it?”
“Don’t think so.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Why not? You should be glad I want you. And you sure didn’t mind sleeping with me before.”
“I’m interested in someone.”
Her brows lifted. “One of your kind?” She made it sound ugly, like something you’d slip into the garbage and hope no one saw.
He ground his teeth. “Yes.”
“She doesn’t have to know. Hell, she probably wouldn’t care. So get off your high horse.” She leaned over the table and her abundant breasts almost spilled out of the wisps of silk containing them. “I want you, Julian. I want you to fuck me. Maybe I’ll let you bite.”
The scent of her excitement touched off a flare of anger in him. She didn’t give a damn about him, never had. She wanted the thrill of screwing a vampire and having something to tell her slutty girlfriends. Just as she’d undoubtedly bragged about screwing the star violinist after she’d slept with him the first time.
“Isn’t happening.” He picked up his glass and drained it.
Her eyes darkened to midnight-blue and color stained her cheeks. “I didn’t want you anyway, you sorry piece of shit.” She stood, spun on her spiked heels, and strode away with her head held high.
She stopped at a table where four men were seated. To Julian’s horror, two of them wore the olive uniforms of Security Center officers.
His skin prickled, first with heat, followed by cold. One officer swiveled in his chair. Julian met the man’s eyes head on, though his insides crawled like snakes.
Where the hell was Vali? They had to get out of there before things got butthole ugly.
Rachael stood with one hand on her hip, her too-short skirt showing a lot of leg. She glanced over at him. Her expression hostile, she raised her chin. Ratting him out and probably embellishing the story. The bitch .
Vali materialized through the mob and took the seat she’d vacated.
“There’s going to be trouble. We have to get the fuck out of here.” Julian got to his feet.
“Why? What did I miss?”
“A girl I know hit on me. She’s over there talking shit to those Security Center goons. We have to go. Now.”
One of the officers pushed his chair back and stood. He stalked toward them, heavy boots clomping on the floor.
“Come on.” Julian headed for the exit.
He wove through the crowd, his body tightening with tension. He looked back. The officers were shoving their way through the milling throng, homing in on them. The spot between Julian’s shoulders itched until they exited the building. “I’ve never seen government goons in there before.”
“Come on, before those jerks get out here.”
They slipped around the side of the club, clinging to deep shadows until they reached the street behind Magpies.
Six blocks away, Vali looked back for the hundredth time. “Bogies flying up our backsides.”
Julian spotted two officers. “You think they’re looking for us?”
“Dude, I can’t believe you asked that. You think they might be searchin’ for Mr. Goodbar
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