hairs on her neck prickle, knowing his unnerving stare radiated out from behind the darkened shades. She wished that he hadn’t noticed her but had the feeling that he’d been watching her for quite some time. As she breathed in deeply, the smoke from the man next to her entered her nose and nearly choked her and she had to turn away to clear her senses.
The last time she’d seen Sebastian was at his house. The dreadful, stormy night when he’d played that horrendous trick on her. It had been a trick, hadn't it? How else could he have gotten his teeth to look like that? It felt better to believe that than to believe what might really be true.
She eyed the bartender’s busy hands, but then something made her turn back and stare directly at Sebastian. The contact from him shot like a laser beam across the room. It was as if they were the only people in the crowded bar. The sounds of music and mayhem melted into the background, leaving a tense silence to bridge the distance between the two of them. A tremor of desire ran through her body, weakening her legs until her feet slipped from the rung on the stool and her black spike heels dangled above the floor.
Did she dare approach him again? Or would it end disastrously, as usual? There was so much she wanted to say, to ask him. But to do it all with a cool, rational mind, that would be impossible, because as soon as he opened his mouth and spoke in that sensual French accent, she’d be gone. Under his spell again.
With an explosion of sound, Wild Child took the stage and Scarlet jerked around to watch, thankful that she now had a reason to avoid Sebastian, at least for a while. But she kept him in her peripheral vision as she stood up to watch Gary break into his first riveting licks that brought the house to their feet.
Wild Child’s music was a mixture of gothic rock and erotic musings, with a bit of funk thrown in for an undeniable surge of power. Scarlet felt the beat permeate her body. She was ready to dance. She started toward the front of the balcony, then stopped.
Sebastian wanted her to come to him. She could feel it. Her heart pounded, begging for submission, while her legs struggled to carry her away from him.
Vince started to sing but she was too distracted by Sebastian’s presence to listen. Everyone around her was dancing, their bodies bumping against hers as she stood as if a statue in the center of the floor. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t make herself walk toward the balcony. She had to go to him.
Some inexplicable force turned her body toward the back of the bar and slowly she walked to Sebastian’s table. As she approached he motioned the girls away with a flick of his hand and a few unheard words.
His solemn, unflinching expression did not change as she stepped before him. He swept his hand over the table and she sat across from him, tucking the maroon velvet skirt under her knees. She was thankful that she couldn’t see his eyes, for she knew if she could her hidden longing for him would surface and she would turn to mush.
“Hi.” She spoke softly. “They sound great, don’t they?” She tried to think of something else to say but he was making her increasingly uneasy, since she was unable to see his fixed stare.
“Wild Child is an excellent band. I think they’ll do quite well. In fact, I think I’ll be working with them in the near future.”
You obviously haven’t spoken to Gary lately, she thought, quite sure that her brother wanted nothing more to do with Sebastian DelaCourte.
Scarlet squirmed in the turquoise vinyl booth. He had some sort of control over her, she was sure of it. Maybe he really was a vampire. Didn’t vampires have supernatural powers?
Is he controlling my mind right now by making me want him?
“Are you here by yourself, ma cherie?” he asked, his voice conveying the desire that twisted her heart in its clenching grip.
Why did that pet name make her feel like a possession?
“Until Gary
The last time she’d seen Sebastian was at his house. The dreadful, stormy night when he’d played that horrendous trick on her. It had been a trick, hadn't it? How else could he have gotten his teeth to look like that? It felt better to believe that than to believe what might really be true.
She eyed the bartender’s busy hands, but then something made her turn back and stare directly at Sebastian. The contact from him shot like a laser beam across the room. It was as if they were the only people in the crowded bar. The sounds of music and mayhem melted into the background, leaving a tense silence to bridge the distance between the two of them. A tremor of desire ran through her body, weakening her legs until her feet slipped from the rung on the stool and her black spike heels dangled above the floor.
Did she dare approach him again? Or would it end disastrously, as usual? There was so much she wanted to say, to ask him. But to do it all with a cool, rational mind, that would be impossible, because as soon as he opened his mouth and spoke in that sensual French accent, she’d be gone. Under his spell again.
With an explosion of sound, Wild Child took the stage and Scarlet jerked around to watch, thankful that she now had a reason to avoid Sebastian, at least for a while. But she kept him in her peripheral vision as she stood up to watch Gary break into his first riveting licks that brought the house to their feet.
Wild Child’s music was a mixture of gothic rock and erotic musings, with a bit of funk thrown in for an undeniable surge of power. Scarlet felt the beat permeate her body. She was ready to dance. She started toward the front of the balcony, then stopped.
Sebastian wanted her to come to him. She could feel it. Her heart pounded, begging for submission, while her legs struggled to carry her away from him.
Vince started to sing but she was too distracted by Sebastian’s presence to listen. Everyone around her was dancing, their bodies bumping against hers as she stood as if a statue in the center of the floor. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t make herself walk toward the balcony. She had to go to him.
Some inexplicable force turned her body toward the back of the bar and slowly she walked to Sebastian’s table. As she approached he motioned the girls away with a flick of his hand and a few unheard words.
His solemn, unflinching expression did not change as she stepped before him. He swept his hand over the table and she sat across from him, tucking the maroon velvet skirt under her knees. She was thankful that she couldn’t see his eyes, for she knew if she could her hidden longing for him would surface and she would turn to mush.
“Hi.” She spoke softly. “They sound great, don’t they?” She tried to think of something else to say but he was making her increasingly uneasy, since she was unable to see his fixed stare.
“Wild Child is an excellent band. I think they’ll do quite well. In fact, I think I’ll be working with them in the near future.”
You obviously haven’t spoken to Gary lately, she thought, quite sure that her brother wanted nothing more to do with Sebastian DelaCourte.
Scarlet squirmed in the turquoise vinyl booth. He had some sort of control over her, she was sure of it. Maybe he really was a vampire. Didn’t vampires have supernatural powers?
Is he controlling my mind right now by making me want him?
“Are you here by yourself, ma cherie?” he asked, his voice conveying the desire that twisted her heart in its clenching grip.
Why did that pet name make her feel like a possession?
“Until Gary
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