diligent employees and this... this ill-fortune with her will only make me more determined to get what I want.
“A few more moments , Sir. We believe it was just a minor malfunction. You should have visual within five seconds.” Emerick announces with confidence. I entwine my fingers as I lean closer to the screens. One screen shot at a time blinks on and each projection shows nothing. One by one I zoom in scouring the empty room.
“Varen! I want you in that room NOW!”
Mattie
“Am I dead?” I breathe out.
“You look far from dead to me, besides I forgot my scythe today.” Graham's deep throaty voice prickles every tiny nerve in me, and his face transforms from the darkness. His blue eyes glisten even brighter than the room, and my body hits autopilot as my wits take a mini-vacation. I'm speechless. He's in a solid black wool coat that practically drags the floor. He looks like Death, a being that can and will plow the life right out of you. His tousled dark hair hangs untamed over his immortal eyes as he narrows his gaze at me.
“Graham, why do you keep doing this? A re you here to take me?” I finally sputter out as I still try to grasp the idea that he's actually standing right here with me.
“Yes, I am. But I'm not here to warden you off to the underworld.”
“Okayy... then what are you doing here?”
In my delusional mind I can't seem to stop picturing him in my head, I want to reach out and brush back his hair, and stare into those seductive eyes. Why the fuck am I thinking of him at a time like this? Irony is a part of my messed up life, you know, wishing for a sweet and painless death from him rather than the one that's heating up this room. I almost snort at myself when I realize I'm stark-naked.
“Reaper... my face is up here,” I explain tilting his chin upward with the tip of my finger. Forcing our eyes to collide might not have been the brightest idea, but then again, I'm not thinking straight anyway, the rays from the room are probably causing me to suffer dehydration. It's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
“Mattie, the view I have right now beats anything I could see behind me.”
“What is this, your lunch break? Or are you on the clock right now?”
“Let's just say that I'm on the clock, but using up what personal time I have to visit you.” He plants both his hands on either side of my head, shielding me as the sun rises higher.
“I need you to wrap your arms around me so I can get us out of here —”
“Wait a second, do you think I'm so sun-fried that I've forgotten how you left me at the Cathedral and in my room last night? You can not leave a vamp like that, Graham.”
“You're just mad that I didn't finish what I started.”
“Fuck you!”
“Right here, right now?”
“Right here. Right now ,” I state as I grasp the folds of his coat back and reveal the loose white linen shirt he's wearing. My hands weave past the rows of buttons. With both hands I tug roughly at the bottom of his collar spreading it open, and rip every single button off. My body gravitates closer to his, my breasts ache for him to touch me, but he can't. Not unless he wants me to burn.
My fangs extend once my eyes witness the perfectness of his body. He's toned in all the right places, not overly bulky. He definitely scores a perfect ten when he's fully clothed to say the least, but right now with his shirt wrenched open like this, he's condemned right off the charts. He's match-less to any other man or being I have ever contemplated over. I linger closer and inhale his scent. I can almost imagine licking a dark chocolate rose dipped in blood red wine. Sweet and tempting.
“Uh... ahem... I'm not your hostage lunch here, remember, I'm not your type,” he mocks with his hands still anchored firmly to the wall.
“Right,” I whisper and slide my hand down to his pants. He's rock hard, I fight the urge to sink my teeth into him. Instead, I stroke him. I find
“A few more moments , Sir. We believe it was just a minor malfunction. You should have visual within five seconds.” Emerick announces with confidence. I entwine my fingers as I lean closer to the screens. One screen shot at a time blinks on and each projection shows nothing. One by one I zoom in scouring the empty room.
“Varen! I want you in that room NOW!”
Mattie
“Am I dead?” I breathe out.
“You look far from dead to me, besides I forgot my scythe today.” Graham's deep throaty voice prickles every tiny nerve in me, and his face transforms from the darkness. His blue eyes glisten even brighter than the room, and my body hits autopilot as my wits take a mini-vacation. I'm speechless. He's in a solid black wool coat that practically drags the floor. He looks like Death, a being that can and will plow the life right out of you. His tousled dark hair hangs untamed over his immortal eyes as he narrows his gaze at me.
“Graham, why do you keep doing this? A re you here to take me?” I finally sputter out as I still try to grasp the idea that he's actually standing right here with me.
“Yes, I am. But I'm not here to warden you off to the underworld.”
“Okayy... then what are you doing here?”
In my delusional mind I can't seem to stop picturing him in my head, I want to reach out and brush back his hair, and stare into those seductive eyes. Why the fuck am I thinking of him at a time like this? Irony is a part of my messed up life, you know, wishing for a sweet and painless death from him rather than the one that's heating up this room. I almost snort at myself when I realize I'm stark-naked.
“Reaper... my face is up here,” I explain tilting his chin upward with the tip of my finger. Forcing our eyes to collide might not have been the brightest idea, but then again, I'm not thinking straight anyway, the rays from the room are probably causing me to suffer dehydration. It's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
“Mattie, the view I have right now beats anything I could see behind me.”
“What is this, your lunch break? Or are you on the clock right now?”
“Let's just say that I'm on the clock, but using up what personal time I have to visit you.” He plants both his hands on either side of my head, shielding me as the sun rises higher.
“I need you to wrap your arms around me so I can get us out of here —”
“Wait a second, do you think I'm so sun-fried that I've forgotten how you left me at the Cathedral and in my room last night? You can not leave a vamp like that, Graham.”
“You're just mad that I didn't finish what I started.”
“Fuck you!”
“Right here, right now?”
“Right here. Right now ,” I state as I grasp the folds of his coat back and reveal the loose white linen shirt he's wearing. My hands weave past the rows of buttons. With both hands I tug roughly at the bottom of his collar spreading it open, and rip every single button off. My body gravitates closer to his, my breasts ache for him to touch me, but he can't. Not unless he wants me to burn.
My fangs extend once my eyes witness the perfectness of his body. He's toned in all the right places, not overly bulky. He definitely scores a perfect ten when he's fully clothed to say the least, but right now with his shirt wrenched open like this, he's condemned right off the charts. He's match-less to any other man or being I have ever contemplated over. I linger closer and inhale his scent. I can almost imagine licking a dark chocolate rose dipped in blood red wine. Sweet and tempting.
“Uh... ahem... I'm not your hostage lunch here, remember, I'm not your type,” he mocks with his hands still anchored firmly to the wall.
“Right,” I whisper and slide my hand down to his pants. He's rock hard, I fight the urge to sink my teeth into him. Instead, I stroke him. I find
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