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    “What are we doing today, boss?”
    He turned, his lips stretching into a broad smile, teeth gleaming. “You’ve finally figured out who’s in charge around here.”
    She didn’t mean to grin like an idiot, but she’d felt all warm and gushy toward him, ever since their interlude that morning. The compassion he’d shown when she’d lost it and teared up proved it was all a game to him. He really did expect her to remove the curse, but he wouldn’t hurt her. And he wanted her. And now that she no longer feared for her life, she found the vampire irresistible. It wasn’t like her to fall hard for a guy—in fact, she never had before. But this one...he did something undeniable to her, turning her insides to hot liquid with a single flick of his eyebrow. She would have to work hard to keep up her resistance toward him or he would have her crawling on her knees for him without any pride at all.
    To that end, she balled up a napkin and hurled it at him.
    He caught it easily, his hand moving so fast she missed the motion. “That’s another thing...I require tidier surroundings.”
    She looked around. Her place wasn’t dirty, but she had a fair amount of clutter lying on coffee tables or counters. “I can’t cook, clean and study to do magic. Maybe you could try doing something useful during all those night hours when I’m asleep.”
    He threw the napkin back at her, hitting her in the face. The sound of the doorbell caused him to dematerialize, and this time she saw it happen. It appeared like he pixelated out, breaking into millions of tiny atoms before they vanished. He reappeared in the doorway to her bedroom, where he shut the door.
    She answered the bell to find the mailman had left a bundle too big to fit in her mailbox. The books! She bent to pick up the package and letters and shut the door.
    “Come out, come out, wherever you are!” she called out.
    Charlie materialized directly behind her, one hand cupping her breast and the other between her legs. He pulled her against him as she screamed and tried to leap away. “Did your package come?”
    She jerked at the feel of his firm fingers against her sensitive cleft. “Get away from me, vampire,” she cried, wrestling free and staggering back, feigning indignation as her pussy thrummed, hungry for more.

Chapter Four
     
     
    He loved flustering Sasha, the color splashing across her cheeks, her eyes flashing. Adorable.
    “Open it,” he directed, ignoring her snit.
    She seemed happy to change focus, eagerly picking up the box and carrying it to the kitchen, where she sliced it open with a knife. “Wait…” she said, holding up a plastic bag containing a black corset/panty set and package of thigh-high stockings. “What are these?”
    He smirked. “I happen to be fond of old-fashioned underwear.”
    She threw him a condemning look. “I hope these are for you to wear.”
    He made a show of sweeping his eyes up and down her body. “They’re for me, but I won’t be wearing them. But don’t worry—I won’t force,” he said, making his tone smooth like honey. “You’ll put them on because you want to please me.”
    She tossed them at him. “Fat chance!”
    He caught the hurled items and opened the bag containing the corset, holding it up in her direction with a critical eye.
    “Stop it.”
    He flashed to stand in front of her, taking her chin in his hand. “Young lady, if you do not wish me to strip your clothing privileges again, you’ll mind your tone when you speak to me.”  He sensed heat coming off her in waves, a heady sensation on his cool skin. His fangs began to elongate and he closed his eyes, willing himself think of something besides tying her up and making her come until she wept.
    Instead of pulling away, she stepped closer, causing his eyes to fly open. She lifted her face and he could hardly deny what she asked for. Wrapping his hand around the back of her head, he kissed her, his lips twisting over hers, his tongue