“Look, I
probably shouldn’t stay on too long. This is one of those old fashioned land
lines and I’m not sure if he has the phone monitored or something creepy like
that.”
“What are you going to do for the rest of the day? Just file your
nails and wait like a good little girl for Daddy Vamp to come home?”
“Right now I’m exploring,” I say. “Trying to figure out a little
more about him. I thought maybe if I understood him things here might be…well,
a little easier.”
“Of course they would!” Lexy sounds excited again. “I’ll try to
dig some dirt on my end too.”
“And how will you do that?” I ask. “You going to start frequenting
the blood bars?”
“Of course not, silly. I’ll just sleep with a few of his fellow
vamps. There’s nothing like a little pillow talk for getting information.”
“That’s very sweet of you, Lexy,” I say. “But you don’t have to
sleep with half the vamps in the Bay Area just for me.”
“Who says it’s just for you? I’m kind of on a vamp kick right
now.” She says casually, as though confessing she’s been craving a certain type
of latte at Starbucks.
“Really? And what happened to the werewolf you were lusting after
last night?” I demand.
“Booooriiiing.” Lexy yawns. “You know he didn’t even last five
minutes before blowing his load? Ugh—at least vampires are never premature
ejaculators. Most of them have had years to learn to get it right.”
“Whatever you say,” I tell her. “But look, I really should go
now.”
“Okay. Just try and call me when you can. I’m saving this number
under Emma’s master’s house. Okay?”
“What?” I jump as though she stuck me with a pin. “Why would you
call it that? Who say he was my master?”
“He did, when he claimed you last night,” Lexy says cheerfully.
“Talk to you later, cuz.”
And with a click, she’s gone.
Chapter Ten
After Lexy hangs up, I have a moment of dejection. She’s more than
my cousin—she’s my best friend and biggest cheerleader. I wonder when I’ll get
to see her again. I guess I’ll have to ask Aiden about it tonight.
Just the thought that I have to ask permission to see a friend
pisses me off and I go from depression to irritation in an instant. Then I
catch myself—Goddess, I’m really going through a wide range of emotions lately.
I’m sure part of it is due to my new life situation but I’m also afraid my
frequent mood swings might mean the onset of one of my rare but horrible
periods. I’m really irregular and usually don’t get them more than three or
four times a year but believe me, that’s more than enough.
Well, on the bright side, if I do get my period, Aiden will
have to let me go home—at least for a while. I have a certain herb brew that I
keep ready, which is the only thing that keeps the cramps bearable. I usually
take it and curl up in my darkened bedroom for twenty-four hours until the
worst of the pain passes. Without it, I’m completely incapacitated and I don’t
think my new master will be too enthusiastic about having a deathly ill sex
slave who can’t even lift her head, let alone do anything kinky. Of course, I
haven’t had The Dream yet—the one that always comes right before my period. So
maybe it’s just my new circumstances that are making me emotional.
I realize I am still holding the heavy old fashioned phone receiver
in one hand as I think and a soft beeping is coming from the earpiece. I put it
down with an audible clunk and spin the black chair restlessly. As I do,
my eyes fasten on the laptop again. I reach for it…and draw back. Snooping in
my new master’s computer is probably the biggest no-no I could commit. A lot of
men don’t even want their girlfriends seeing what they look at online and I’m
nothing to Aiden but a slave.
But I won’t be snooping, I argue with myself, my fingers still itching to open it. I’ll
just check my e-mail and send a message to some of my professors
probably shouldn’t stay on too long. This is one of those old fashioned land
lines and I’m not sure if he has the phone monitored or something creepy like
that.”
“What are you going to do for the rest of the day? Just file your
nails and wait like a good little girl for Daddy Vamp to come home?”
“Right now I’m exploring,” I say. “Trying to figure out a little
more about him. I thought maybe if I understood him things here might be…well,
a little easier.”
“Of course they would!” Lexy sounds excited again. “I’ll try to
dig some dirt on my end too.”
“And how will you do that?” I ask. “You going to start frequenting
the blood bars?”
“Of course not, silly. I’ll just sleep with a few of his fellow
vamps. There’s nothing like a little pillow talk for getting information.”
“That’s very sweet of you, Lexy,” I say. “But you don’t have to
sleep with half the vamps in the Bay Area just for me.”
“Who says it’s just for you? I’m kind of on a vamp kick right
now.” She says casually, as though confessing she’s been craving a certain type
of latte at Starbucks.
“Really? And what happened to the werewolf you were lusting after
last night?” I demand.
“Booooriiiing.” Lexy yawns. “You know he didn’t even last five
minutes before blowing his load? Ugh—at least vampires are never premature
ejaculators. Most of them have had years to learn to get it right.”
“Whatever you say,” I tell her. “But look, I really should go
now.”
“Okay. Just try and call me when you can. I’m saving this number
under Emma’s master’s house. Okay?”
“What?” I jump as though she stuck me with a pin. “Why would you
call it that? Who say he was my master?”
“He did, when he claimed you last night,” Lexy says cheerfully.
“Talk to you later, cuz.”
And with a click, she’s gone.
Chapter Ten
After Lexy hangs up, I have a moment of dejection. She’s more than
my cousin—she’s my best friend and biggest cheerleader. I wonder when I’ll get
to see her again. I guess I’ll have to ask Aiden about it tonight.
Just the thought that I have to ask permission to see a friend
pisses me off and I go from depression to irritation in an instant. Then I
catch myself—Goddess, I’m really going through a wide range of emotions lately.
I’m sure part of it is due to my new life situation but I’m also afraid my
frequent mood swings might mean the onset of one of my rare but horrible
periods. I’m really irregular and usually don’t get them more than three or
four times a year but believe me, that’s more than enough.
Well, on the bright side, if I do get my period, Aiden will
have to let me go home—at least for a while. I have a certain herb brew that I
keep ready, which is the only thing that keeps the cramps bearable. I usually
take it and curl up in my darkened bedroom for twenty-four hours until the
worst of the pain passes. Without it, I’m completely incapacitated and I don’t
think my new master will be too enthusiastic about having a deathly ill sex
slave who can’t even lift her head, let alone do anything kinky. Of course, I
haven’t had The Dream yet—the one that always comes right before my period. So
maybe it’s just my new circumstances that are making me emotional.
I realize I am still holding the heavy old fashioned phone receiver
in one hand as I think and a soft beeping is coming from the earpiece. I put it
down with an audible clunk and spin the black chair restlessly. As I do,
my eyes fasten on the laptop again. I reach for it…and draw back. Snooping in
my new master’s computer is probably the biggest no-no I could commit. A lot of
men don’t even want their girlfriends seeing what they look at online and I’m
nothing to Aiden but a slave.
But I won’t be snooping, I argue with myself, my fingers still itching to open it. I’ll
just check my e-mail and send a message to some of my professors
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