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companion. Even though Thomas's aura overshadowed him, he could bask in the radiance Thomas cast."
At that point, he paused and tightened his arm around me.
"Excuse me, Roger, if all this sounds as though I was already enamoured of him. Truth to tell, I was. Even from the other side of the foyer, his smile entranced me. I hope you don't find this unsettling."
"No, of course not," I murmured, kissing his chest. "I want to hear the whole story, just as it happened."
"They, of course, their senses being acutely tuned to their surroundings, knew they were not the only vampires in the opera house that night. Thomas's eyes scanned the crowd around me, and on seeing me, nudged d'Arcy and nodded in my direction. They were at my side in an instant, the force of their presence both alarming and exciting. Throughout my long life, I had tended to be somewhat of a loner. There are reasons for that, but we will get to that another time. I seldom went out in company, and thus I maintained the low profile I preferred—still prefer, as a matter of fact.
"Thomas was the first to speak, introducing himself with a courtly bow, then he turned to d'Arcy and introduced me to him. The Comte was cold and imperious in his greeting, letting me know immediately, by his manner, that he did not 72
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intend to further my acquaintance. Thomas, on the other hand, was delightful and asked me to join them in their box.
On seeing d'Arcy's nostrils flare with annoyance, I declined but suggested that perhaps we could meet during the interval for a glass of wine. Red of course, I added, much to Thomas's amusement. And so, my dear Roger, I had met the one man, who in all my hundreds of years of existence, was to be the one to steal my heart for the first time."
"Really?" I lifted my head from his shoulder to look into his eyes, so he could see my surprise. "You had never been in love with anyone else in all those years?"
"Never. Oh, there had been dalliances, of course. I was a young man, when I was changed. The need for release burned in me even after my rebirth."
"And hasn't abated much," I teased him.
He chuckled and kissed my forehead. "I could say that you are the cause of that, Roger."
"Oh yeah? What about Kurt?"
He grimaced and looked away. Ouch, I really should think before I speak. I sometimes have a tendency to spoil the moment with an ill chosen remark—like that one.
"Sorry. My big mouth."
"That's all right," he said, his smile returning. "I like your big mouth."
There are times when you can be really torn, you know?
Just the way he said, "I like your big mouth" made me want to leap on him and start another bout of wild, mind-blowing sex. At the same time I really wanted to hear what happened 73
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between him and Thomas. So, I resisted and asked him to go on with his story.
No, of course I didn't. I leaped on him, and we had another bout of wild, mind-blowing sex. What d'you take me for? An idiot?
* * * *
After the dust had settled and I lay panting and sated on his silk comforter, he threw on a robe, and left the room, returning some minutes later with, of all things, a pizza.
"Where'd that come from?" I asked. "I didn't hear you make the call."
He gave me an enigmatic smile. "I don't have to."
Oh, well. Ask a silly question. The pizza was great, washed down with some more of that delicious red wine he kept a plentiful supply of. "I wouldn't have taken you for a pizza fan," I remarked, between mouthfuls. He had eaten only a small piece, leaving the rest for me. "Why not? I am Italian, after all."
Right ... from Rome. An original Italian, even.
"So, you met Thomas and the Comte in the interval," I prompted him.
"Only Thomas. D'Arcy declined my invitation, and Thomas said he could stay but a moment. He had come only to give his regrets." "Damn," I muttered.
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At that point, he paused and tightened his arm around me.
"Excuse me, Roger, if all this sounds as though I was already enamoured of him. Truth to tell, I was. Even from the other side of the foyer, his smile entranced me. I hope you don't find this unsettling."
"No, of course not," I murmured, kissing his chest. "I want to hear the whole story, just as it happened."
"They, of course, their senses being acutely tuned to their surroundings, knew they were not the only vampires in the opera house that night. Thomas's eyes scanned the crowd around me, and on seeing me, nudged d'Arcy and nodded in my direction. They were at my side in an instant, the force of their presence both alarming and exciting. Throughout my long life, I had tended to be somewhat of a loner. There are reasons for that, but we will get to that another time. I seldom went out in company, and thus I maintained the low profile I preferred—still prefer, as a matter of fact.
"Thomas was the first to speak, introducing himself with a courtly bow, then he turned to d'Arcy and introduced me to him. The Comte was cold and imperious in his greeting, letting me know immediately, by his manner, that he did not 72
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intend to further my acquaintance. Thomas, on the other hand, was delightful and asked me to join them in their box.
On seeing d'Arcy's nostrils flare with annoyance, I declined but suggested that perhaps we could meet during the interval for a glass of wine. Red of course, I added, much to Thomas's amusement. And so, my dear Roger, I had met the one man, who in all my hundreds of years of existence, was to be the one to steal my heart for the first time."
"Really?" I lifted my head from his shoulder to look into his eyes, so he could see my surprise. "You had never been in love with anyone else in all those years?"
"Never. Oh, there had been dalliances, of course. I was a young man, when I was changed. The need for release burned in me even after my rebirth."
"And hasn't abated much," I teased him.
He chuckled and kissed my forehead. "I could say that you are the cause of that, Roger."
"Oh yeah? What about Kurt?"
He grimaced and looked away. Ouch, I really should think before I speak. I sometimes have a tendency to spoil the moment with an ill chosen remark—like that one.
"Sorry. My big mouth."
"That's all right," he said, his smile returning. "I like your big mouth."
There are times when you can be really torn, you know?
Just the way he said, "I like your big mouth" made me want to leap on him and start another bout of wild, mind-blowing sex. At the same time I really wanted to hear what happened 73
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between him and Thomas. So, I resisted and asked him to go on with his story.
No, of course I didn't. I leaped on him, and we had another bout of wild, mind-blowing sex. What d'you take me for? An idiot?
* * * *
After the dust had settled and I lay panting and sated on his silk comforter, he threw on a robe, and left the room, returning some minutes later with, of all things, a pizza.
"Where'd that come from?" I asked. "I didn't hear you make the call."
He gave me an enigmatic smile. "I don't have to."
Oh, well. Ask a silly question. The pizza was great, washed down with some more of that delicious red wine he kept a plentiful supply of. "I wouldn't have taken you for a pizza fan," I remarked, between mouthfuls. He had eaten only a small piece, leaving the rest for me. "Why not? I am Italian, after all."
Right ... from Rome. An original Italian, even.
"So, you met Thomas and the Comte in the interval," I prompted him.
"Only Thomas. D'Arcy declined my invitation, and Thomas said he could stay but a moment. He had come only to give his regrets." "Damn," I muttered.
"But I was not so easily put off," Marcus said, acknowledging my dismay. "I said I understood, of course, 74
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