began to rub my hand. “So tell me about you, Minnie. What do you like?”
I adjusted my glasses with my other hand, noticing that his gaze kept straying to my bare neck. True to Josh’s orders, I’d worn my hair twisted up in a loose knot, and it seemed to be getting Lonnie’s attention. This date was already turning out much better than my last one.
“Me? Well . . . ” I paused, thinking. I couldn’t really give away too much, but I didn’t want to sound boring. Unfortunately, all the things I liked were pretty boring. “I’m kind of a homebody.”
“Me, too,” he said with a close-lipped smile. “What kinds of things do you like to do at home?”
“Well, I like to curl up and watch a good movie. And puzzles. I like puzzles.”
“Puzzles?” Lonnie looked as if I’d just said the most unappealing thing in the world. Oh, no. I was losing his attention.
“What do you like to do?” I asked quickly.
He gave me a half smile. “Not puzzles.”
I cast around for something else to say. I never realized small talk was so hard, especially when your date wasn’t exactly helping things along. “Do you like sports? Running? Tennis?”
“I’m a vampire. Unless it happens at night or indoors, I can’t do it.”
“Oh, of course,” I said quickly, feeling flustered. “Maybe table . . . tennis? I like table tennis.”
He glanced at the door. Shit, I was losing him.
“And sex,” I added desperately. “I love sex.”
His eyes flared with interest, his attention moving back to me. The grin returned to his face. “You don’t say?”
God help me, but I was desperate and didn’t want him to end this date. “Oh yes, all the time. I totally need it.”
He leaned down and examined my hand, then pulled it to his mouth, kissing the back of it delicately. “You smell incredible. What’s your blood type again?”
“O positive.”
“My favorite flavor,” he said with another close-lipped smile before leaning in to kiss my hand again.
I let him, pleased that the date had turned around. “So what about you?” I asked. “What do you like to do at home?”
“I like,” he began slowly, then nipped at one of my fingers. “Reading.”
“Oh?” I asked. “What sorts of things?”
“My favorite is The Perfumed Garden .” And he nipped at another one of my fingers. “Though I am also fond of The Story of O and Lolita .”
I knew of Lolita, but not the other two. Classics? Or maybe he was a poet at heart? Not really my thing, but kind of sweet. “Those sound nice. I haven’t read them.”
“I’d love to go through a few passages with you,” he said and rubbed a hand down my arm.
“Sure,” I said. “Maybe next time we get together, you can bring me one to borrow.”
His eyes narrowed, and I could practically hear his breath hiss. “That sounds incredible.”
Wow, this guy was really into those books. I began to feel a little uneasy about that and decided to turn the subject. “So what else are you into?”
“Frottage.”
I frowned. “I . . . see.” What was that? I was pretty sure that it was dirty, but I wasn’t sure how dirty. I decided to play stupid, smiling widely. “I’m a big fan of fromage myself.”
He studied me a moment, then laughed as if I’d said something hilarious. “You have quite a clever tongue.”
“Thank you.” Why did everything this man was saying sound dirtier than it was? Was I just taking things the wrong way? I continued to smile at him as if we’d connected at some deeper level.
At least he wasn’t looking at the door anymore.
“I do have a particular favorite,” he said, leaning in and running a finger down my bare shoulder.
“Do tell.”
“Have you heard of ‘the shocker’?”
“Is that a TV show?” I asked politely.
“All right,” Josh said, appearing from behind the wall. “That fucking does it.” He grabbed my date by the collar and hauled him into the air.
“Josh!” I got to my feet. “What are you
I adjusted my glasses with my other hand, noticing that his gaze kept straying to my bare neck. True to Josh’s orders, I’d worn my hair twisted up in a loose knot, and it seemed to be getting Lonnie’s attention. This date was already turning out much better than my last one.
“Me? Well . . . ” I paused, thinking. I couldn’t really give away too much, but I didn’t want to sound boring. Unfortunately, all the things I liked were pretty boring. “I’m kind of a homebody.”
“Me, too,” he said with a close-lipped smile. “What kinds of things do you like to do at home?”
“Well, I like to curl up and watch a good movie. And puzzles. I like puzzles.”
“Puzzles?” Lonnie looked as if I’d just said the most unappealing thing in the world. Oh, no. I was losing his attention.
“What do you like to do?” I asked quickly.
He gave me a half smile. “Not puzzles.”
I cast around for something else to say. I never realized small talk was so hard, especially when your date wasn’t exactly helping things along. “Do you like sports? Running? Tennis?”
“I’m a vampire. Unless it happens at night or indoors, I can’t do it.”
“Oh, of course,” I said quickly, feeling flustered. “Maybe table . . . tennis? I like table tennis.”
He glanced at the door. Shit, I was losing him.
“And sex,” I added desperately. “I love sex.”
His eyes flared with interest, his attention moving back to me. The grin returned to his face. “You don’t say?”
God help me, but I was desperate and didn’t want him to end this date. “Oh yes, all the time. I totally need it.”
He leaned down and examined my hand, then pulled it to his mouth, kissing the back of it delicately. “You smell incredible. What’s your blood type again?”
“O positive.”
“My favorite flavor,” he said with another close-lipped smile before leaning in to kiss my hand again.
I let him, pleased that the date had turned around. “So what about you?” I asked. “What do you like to do at home?”
“I like,” he began slowly, then nipped at one of my fingers. “Reading.”
“Oh?” I asked. “What sorts of things?”
“My favorite is The Perfumed Garden .” And he nipped at another one of my fingers. “Though I am also fond of The Story of O and Lolita .”
I knew of Lolita, but not the other two. Classics? Or maybe he was a poet at heart? Not really my thing, but kind of sweet. “Those sound nice. I haven’t read them.”
“I’d love to go through a few passages with you,” he said and rubbed a hand down my arm.
“Sure,” I said. “Maybe next time we get together, you can bring me one to borrow.”
His eyes narrowed, and I could practically hear his breath hiss. “That sounds incredible.”
Wow, this guy was really into those books. I began to feel a little uneasy about that and decided to turn the subject. “So what else are you into?”
“Frottage.”
I frowned. “I . . . see.” What was that? I was pretty sure that it was dirty, but I wasn’t sure how dirty. I decided to play stupid, smiling widely. “I’m a big fan of fromage myself.”
He studied me a moment, then laughed as if I’d said something hilarious. “You have quite a clever tongue.”
“Thank you.” Why did everything this man was saying sound dirtier than it was? Was I just taking things the wrong way? I continued to smile at him as if we’d connected at some deeper level.
At least he wasn’t looking at the door anymore.
“I do have a particular favorite,” he said, leaning in and running a finger down my bare shoulder.
“Do tell.”
“Have you heard of ‘the shocker’?”
“Is that a TV show?” I asked politely.
“All right,” Josh said, appearing from behind the wall. “That fucking does it.” He grabbed my date by the collar and hauled him into the air.
“Josh!” I got to my feet. “What are you
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