probably wasn't a standard introduction.
Just a shrug.He was around the same height as she was, lean.
withcaramel brown hair that was a touch long. Dressed in black pants and a short-sleeve silk shirt, he was stylish, with a European flare that was a little too cosmopolitan for the average guy running around the bowling alley.
Not that she imagined this man had ever played tenpin.
Getting up, she moved to his side and rubbed her arms. The hot desert night felt wonderful up there, like somehow they were higher than the heat, basking in a comfortably warm wind.Brittany breathed in deep, taking in a crisp earthy pull of air, unlike the oppressive atmosphere down on the Strip, with its cocktail of odors—people, food, exhaust fumes.
"There's the Stratosphere.And Excalibur." She pointed out the landmarks, enjoying the view, the magic of a million lights filling the desert sky.
He glanced at her. "Did you grow up here, inLas Vegas ?"
"Yes. My mom was a stripper." She smiled. "Alex would freak if she heard me say that. She wants to pretend we were both hatched. But Mom had her moments."
"Who gave you your vampire blood?" he asked quietly.
"No one."Brittanytried to get him to look at her, but he was still studying the cityscape. "I don't have vampire blood." That she could say for certain. Ethan had never once even tried to bite her, let alone given her blood.
"Whoez your father?"
"I don't know. Some guy my mom had an affair with. I think she met him at the club she was working at."
"Ethan Carrick, he tells you nothing."
It wasn't a question. "If you mean that he's a vampire, no, hehasn''t told me that. I figured it out on my own."
She couldn't take it anymore. Something about this man was so sad, so quiet and intelligent, that she touched his arm. "What's your name? Why don't you go to Ethan's parties?"
Finally he gave her his full attention. "I am Corbin Jean Michel Atelier." He nodded his head.
"You were going to bow, weren't you? But you stopped yourself."
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Again he nodded.
"That's cool. You can bow to me if you want."Brittany thought she would really like that, actually.
"Itez out of fashion."
"That's okay. I don't think drinking blood is really fashionable either. So Corbin, what brings you to Vegas, and why won't you answer my questions?"
"I am here because there is nowhere else I want to be."
Well, that was a nothing kind of answer. "Why did you bring me up here?"
"Because you need to understand you cannot talk about my kind when there are mortals around. You must be discreet.Thatez all."
"Okay." But there was something else, something bothering him.
"Thereez nothing."
"I didn't say anything."
"I heard your thoughts." He tapped her temple with his finger. "You have very loud thoughts and feelings.
They spill out of you like sunshine. I hear everything."
And here she'd thought she'd gotten a handle on blocking out vampires. She hoped he couldn't tell she thought he was cute-Or that she was thinking of that woman from the night before and the look on her face…
"What about her?" He looked sharply at her. "I did not hurt her."
So much for privacy."I know you didn't hurt her. In fact, she told me that while you were, you know, doing your neck thing…"Brittany stared straight at him. "She had an orgasm."
Corbin looked aghast. "You should not talk about these things."
"How else am I going to help you if I don't talk to you?"
Now she'd hurt his masculine pride. He bristled. "I do not need your help. I need you to stay away from my business."
Brittanylooked over the edge of the building, down at the street far below. "If I fell, would you catch me?"
His arm came up in front of her like he expected her to pitch herself over the side. "Of course I would!"
With a pleasant sigh,Brittany tossed her hair back. "I thought so."
She is a very strange person.
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Just a shrug.He was around the same height as she was, lean.
withcaramel brown hair that was a touch long. Dressed in black pants and a short-sleeve silk shirt, he was stylish, with a European flare that was a little too cosmopolitan for the average guy running around the bowling alley.
Not that she imagined this man had ever played tenpin.
Getting up, she moved to his side and rubbed her arms. The hot desert night felt wonderful up there, like somehow they were higher than the heat, basking in a comfortably warm wind.Brittany breathed in deep, taking in a crisp earthy pull of air, unlike the oppressive atmosphere down on the Strip, with its cocktail of odors—people, food, exhaust fumes.
"There's the Stratosphere.And Excalibur." She pointed out the landmarks, enjoying the view, the magic of a million lights filling the desert sky.
He glanced at her. "Did you grow up here, inLas Vegas ?"
"Yes. My mom was a stripper." She smiled. "Alex would freak if she heard me say that. She wants to pretend we were both hatched. But Mom had her moments."
"Who gave you your vampire blood?" he asked quietly.
"No one."Brittanytried to get him to look at her, but he was still studying the cityscape. "I don't have vampire blood." That she could say for certain. Ethan had never once even tried to bite her, let alone given her blood.
"Whoez your father?"
"I don't know. Some guy my mom had an affair with. I think she met him at the club she was working at."
"Ethan Carrick, he tells you nothing."
It wasn't a question. "If you mean that he's a vampire, no, hehasn''t told me that. I figured it out on my own."
She couldn't take it anymore. Something about this man was so sad, so quiet and intelligent, that she touched his arm. "What's your name? Why don't you go to Ethan's parties?"
Finally he gave her his full attention. "I am Corbin Jean Michel Atelier." He nodded his head.
"You were going to bow, weren't you? But you stopped yourself."
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Again he nodded.
"That's cool. You can bow to me if you want."Brittany thought she would really like that, actually.
"Itez out of fashion."
"That's okay. I don't think drinking blood is really fashionable either. So Corbin, what brings you to Vegas, and why won't you answer my questions?"
"I am here because there is nowhere else I want to be."
Well, that was a nothing kind of answer. "Why did you bring me up here?"
"Because you need to understand you cannot talk about my kind when there are mortals around. You must be discreet.Thatez all."
"Okay." But there was something else, something bothering him.
"Thereez nothing."
"I didn't say anything."
"I heard your thoughts." He tapped her temple with his finger. "You have very loud thoughts and feelings.
They spill out of you like sunshine. I hear everything."
And here she'd thought she'd gotten a handle on blocking out vampires. She hoped he couldn't tell she thought he was cute-Or that she was thinking of that woman from the night before and the look on her face…
"What about her?" He looked sharply at her. "I did not hurt her."
So much for privacy."I know you didn't hurt her. In fact, she told me that while you were, you know, doing your neck thing…"Brittany stared straight at him. "She had an orgasm."
Corbin looked aghast. "You should not talk about these things."
"How else am I going to help you if I don't talk to you?"
Now she'd hurt his masculine pride. He bristled. "I do not need your help. I need you to stay away from my business."
Brittanylooked over the edge of the building, down at the street far below. "If I fell, would you catch me?"
His arm came up in front of her like he expected her to pitch herself over the side. "Of course I would!"
With a pleasant sigh,Brittany tossed her hair back. "I thought so."
She is a very strange person.
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