Determined to do the right thing, she pulled out her Blackberry and emailed the document she’d prepared beforehand to the editors of both the New York Times and the New York Daily News .
Eva placed the phone back into her jacket pocket and turned to Oliver for validation. But approval wasn’t what she needed. She needed her best friend. Eva doubted Oliver was up for the task. Good thing one of them had their head screwed on straight.
“Good girl. I knew you’d do the right thing.” Oliver consoled her with a half-smile. “And I’m sorry it had to be like this. Believe me, if there was any other way, I would never have asked you to get so close to the enemy. I can see that turning your emotions on and off so erratically, is taking its toll on you.” Eva shook her head in denial. “No need to explain Oliver. It’s just part of the job. But thanks for your support,” she said with gratitude. “I should really get back out there slaying vampires.” She stood and gave him a brief hug, trying desperately to fight the tears welling up in her eyes. Eva couldn’t say a word. If she did, she’d turn into a blubbering idiot. She hurried to pull away and headed toward the door before Oliver caught her crying. Then the cell phone in her pocket vibrated. She took it out and looked at the phone number on the screen. Andreas. Eva bit her bottom lip to stop herself from answering the phone. Pressing the “Ignore” button on the phone was her only option. With her emotions all over the place, talking to Andreas amounted to personal and professional suicide.
****
At nearly four o’clock in the morning, the limo finally pulled up to the sidewalk outside of Andreas’s Manhattan penthouse. As usual, he couldn’t force himself to go back to Miravale and face his father while he still reeled from the court proceeding. He was both angry and frustrated at how the evening had unfolded. Andreas could think of only one person who had the power to distract him. Before he could change his mind, he picked up his cell and dialed Eva’s number. It rang several times, before her voicemail answered. Just hearing her voice, made the corded muscles in his back and shoulders instantly more relaxed. Damn, he wanted to lose himself in Eva. Her golden-brown eyes. Her long, silky hair. The feel of her skin against his. And, oh God, her addictive scent.
“Hey, it’s Andreas. Call me. I need to see you. Tonight.” His voice burned with anticipation as it echoed through the receiver.
Before he could see Eva, he needed to get upstairs and take a hot shower. The strain of the evening made his head pound and his muscles twist into tight knots. Andreas opened the door and stumbled onto the pavement, as he wearily maneuvered toward the glass doors and up the elevator to the 32nd floor.
The steaming spray of the water felt good. But the longer he stayed in the shower, the worse his headache became. If only aspirin worked on vampires. Unfortunately for him, the only thing that ever really helped was sleep. Fresh out of the shower, he dried off and collapsed on top of the black satin sheets on his bed.
I’ll hear the phone if she calls, Andreas promised himself as he drifted off into a deep slumber.
Like most nights, he dreamt of her. This time, he’d walked into his office at The Crypt and there she sat. Her voluptuous body draped provocatively over the velvet settee. In a lacy, red corset and garter belt to match, she looked good enough to eat.
“Hey baby.” Eva greeted him, the sultry tone of her voice made his cock throb and his whole body thrummed to live. The need to take possession of her overpowered everything. “Come over here and sit next to me.” Andreas obeyed without objection. He sat down, lost in Eva’s hypnotic, beautiful gaze. In gentle strokes, he moved his fingertips up and down her thigh with the skill of seasoned lover.
Goose bumps formed on her feathery-soft skin as she leaned close to place a scorching-hot kiss to
Eva placed the phone back into her jacket pocket and turned to Oliver for validation. But approval wasn’t what she needed. She needed her best friend. Eva doubted Oliver was up for the task. Good thing one of them had their head screwed on straight.
“Good girl. I knew you’d do the right thing.” Oliver consoled her with a half-smile. “And I’m sorry it had to be like this. Believe me, if there was any other way, I would never have asked you to get so close to the enemy. I can see that turning your emotions on and off so erratically, is taking its toll on you.” Eva shook her head in denial. “No need to explain Oliver. It’s just part of the job. But thanks for your support,” she said with gratitude. “I should really get back out there slaying vampires.” She stood and gave him a brief hug, trying desperately to fight the tears welling up in her eyes. Eva couldn’t say a word. If she did, she’d turn into a blubbering idiot. She hurried to pull away and headed toward the door before Oliver caught her crying. Then the cell phone in her pocket vibrated. She took it out and looked at the phone number on the screen. Andreas. Eva bit her bottom lip to stop herself from answering the phone. Pressing the “Ignore” button on the phone was her only option. With her emotions all over the place, talking to Andreas amounted to personal and professional suicide.
****
At nearly four o’clock in the morning, the limo finally pulled up to the sidewalk outside of Andreas’s Manhattan penthouse. As usual, he couldn’t force himself to go back to Miravale and face his father while he still reeled from the court proceeding. He was both angry and frustrated at how the evening had unfolded. Andreas could think of only one person who had the power to distract him. Before he could change his mind, he picked up his cell and dialed Eva’s number. It rang several times, before her voicemail answered. Just hearing her voice, made the corded muscles in his back and shoulders instantly more relaxed. Damn, he wanted to lose himself in Eva. Her golden-brown eyes. Her long, silky hair. The feel of her skin against his. And, oh God, her addictive scent.
“Hey, it’s Andreas. Call me. I need to see you. Tonight.” His voice burned with anticipation as it echoed through the receiver.
Before he could see Eva, he needed to get upstairs and take a hot shower. The strain of the evening made his head pound and his muscles twist into tight knots. Andreas opened the door and stumbled onto the pavement, as he wearily maneuvered toward the glass doors and up the elevator to the 32nd floor.
The steaming spray of the water felt good. But the longer he stayed in the shower, the worse his headache became. If only aspirin worked on vampires. Unfortunately for him, the only thing that ever really helped was sleep. Fresh out of the shower, he dried off and collapsed on top of the black satin sheets on his bed.
I’ll hear the phone if she calls, Andreas promised himself as he drifted off into a deep slumber.
Like most nights, he dreamt of her. This time, he’d walked into his office at The Crypt and there she sat. Her voluptuous body draped provocatively over the velvet settee. In a lacy, red corset and garter belt to match, she looked good enough to eat.
“Hey baby.” Eva greeted him, the sultry tone of her voice made his cock throb and his whole body thrummed to live. The need to take possession of her overpowered everything. “Come over here and sit next to me.” Andreas obeyed without objection. He sat down, lost in Eva’s hypnotic, beautiful gaze. In gentle strokes, he moved his fingertips up and down her thigh with the skill of seasoned lover.
Goose bumps formed on her feathery-soft skin as she leaned close to place a scorching-hot kiss to
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