Cruse's hand and laughed. “Did you already eat lunch and take your breathing treatment?”
“Yes, he did. He was a great little boy.” Eve smiled and took his hand.
“Well, then, after we find our rooms and get settled, we'll go swimming. Okay?” Whitnee stepped onto the porch and glanced around. Guards patrolled the immaculate and well-groomed grounds. A large brick wall surrounded the estate. “This place is amazing.”
Frank smiled. “I'm glad you like it. I've had it for a very long time. Come, let's get you settled. We'll show you to your rooms, then we have to attend to a little business.”
Whitnee walked into the great hall and shook her head. “This place could be in Architectural Digest .” She traced her hand along the wood wall.
“Let me show you where the kitchen and family room is, then we'll show you to your rooms.” Frank moved down the hallway passing a large door to the left.
She stopped and stared at the carvings around the door. “These tell a story, don't they?” Whitnee whispered, then frowned when she heard girls laughing behind the door.
Frank stepped in front of her and moved her away from the door. “I'll tell you the story later, I'm sure Andrew is waiting to go swimming.”
Whitnee narrowed her gaze and glanced back at the door when it opened and a woman stuck her head out squealing. “Frank, it's about time! Are Cruse, Dana, and Theodore with you? We've been waiting for the past half hour for you.” She pouted, moving up to him, then glanced at Whitnee. “Who's this?”
Her neck heated, her skin tingled and Whitnee knew the wolf was struggling to come out. “It's obvious we kept you away from your guests. Why don't we find our way up to our rooms and leave you to them?” She pulled out of his arms. “Come on, Mom, we can find our rooms and take Andrew to the pool while they conduct their business.” She turned to go to up the stairs and stopped. “I take it our rooms are upstairs and I'm not going to open a door and find other bimbos, am I?”
Frank grabbed onto the woman as she tried to lunge at her. “Enough! Debbie, get into the office. We'll be in there in a minute.” He pushed her into the room and closed the door, turning to Whitnee. “We need to talk. Follow me.”
“No, we don't. You don't have to explain anything to me. This is your home and you're just protecting me. I would just appreciate it if you kept the women away from my son. Now, what room do you want us in?” Whitnee's hand hurt as she grasped the banister tightly.
Not saying a word, Frank swung around and threw her over his shoulder. “Cruse, show Eve and Bran to their room while I talk to Whitnee.”
Whitnee pounded on his back as he moved through the house. “Put me down. You have no right to manhandle me!”
He swatted her ass. “Shut up and listen.” He dumped her onto the couch and sighed. “I wanted to wait till after the challenge to tell you any of this. Your parents already know what I am.” He walked over to the bar and poured himself a shot of whiskey, downing it and staring at her. “I've been alive for more than three hundred years, Whitnee. I was created in a laboratory. I'm part vampire, wolf, human, and machine. My father, or the man who created me, was killed and the people who killed him thought they had killed me. I escaped to come here to the new world.” He walked around and kneeled before her and cupped her face.
“Those women are here to feed us, that's all. All four of us need blood every other day to survive. We pay for their homes and make sure they are taken care of, but that's all. I wanted to deny it, Whitnee, but I can't anymore. You're special to all four of us. Give me time to get this challenge over with.” He leaned forward and kissed her lips softly.
All she wanted to do was wrap her arms around him and deepen the kiss, but it was crazy. She'd just met him. Whitnee sat back and stared at him. “A vampire, too? Boy, I'm way over my head
“Yes, he did. He was a great little boy.” Eve smiled and took his hand.
“Well, then, after we find our rooms and get settled, we'll go swimming. Okay?” Whitnee stepped onto the porch and glanced around. Guards patrolled the immaculate and well-groomed grounds. A large brick wall surrounded the estate. “This place is amazing.”
Frank smiled. “I'm glad you like it. I've had it for a very long time. Come, let's get you settled. We'll show you to your rooms, then we have to attend to a little business.”
Whitnee walked into the great hall and shook her head. “This place could be in Architectural Digest .” She traced her hand along the wood wall.
“Let me show you where the kitchen and family room is, then we'll show you to your rooms.” Frank moved down the hallway passing a large door to the left.
She stopped and stared at the carvings around the door. “These tell a story, don't they?” Whitnee whispered, then frowned when she heard girls laughing behind the door.
Frank stepped in front of her and moved her away from the door. “I'll tell you the story later, I'm sure Andrew is waiting to go swimming.”
Whitnee narrowed her gaze and glanced back at the door when it opened and a woman stuck her head out squealing. “Frank, it's about time! Are Cruse, Dana, and Theodore with you? We've been waiting for the past half hour for you.” She pouted, moving up to him, then glanced at Whitnee. “Who's this?”
Her neck heated, her skin tingled and Whitnee knew the wolf was struggling to come out. “It's obvious we kept you away from your guests. Why don't we find our way up to our rooms and leave you to them?” She pulled out of his arms. “Come on, Mom, we can find our rooms and take Andrew to the pool while they conduct their business.” She turned to go to up the stairs and stopped. “I take it our rooms are upstairs and I'm not going to open a door and find other bimbos, am I?”
Frank grabbed onto the woman as she tried to lunge at her. “Enough! Debbie, get into the office. We'll be in there in a minute.” He pushed her into the room and closed the door, turning to Whitnee. “We need to talk. Follow me.”
“No, we don't. You don't have to explain anything to me. This is your home and you're just protecting me. I would just appreciate it if you kept the women away from my son. Now, what room do you want us in?” Whitnee's hand hurt as she grasped the banister tightly.
Not saying a word, Frank swung around and threw her over his shoulder. “Cruse, show Eve and Bran to their room while I talk to Whitnee.”
Whitnee pounded on his back as he moved through the house. “Put me down. You have no right to manhandle me!”
He swatted her ass. “Shut up and listen.” He dumped her onto the couch and sighed. “I wanted to wait till after the challenge to tell you any of this. Your parents already know what I am.” He walked over to the bar and poured himself a shot of whiskey, downing it and staring at her. “I've been alive for more than three hundred years, Whitnee. I was created in a laboratory. I'm part vampire, wolf, human, and machine. My father, or the man who created me, was killed and the people who killed him thought they had killed me. I escaped to come here to the new world.” He walked around and kneeled before her and cupped her face.
“Those women are here to feed us, that's all. All four of us need blood every other day to survive. We pay for their homes and make sure they are taken care of, but that's all. I wanted to deny it, Whitnee, but I can't anymore. You're special to all four of us. Give me time to get this challenge over with.” He leaned forward and kissed her lips softly.
All she wanted to do was wrap her arms around him and deepen the kiss, but it was crazy. She'd just met him. Whitnee sat back and stared at him. “A vampire, too? Boy, I'm way over my head
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