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have,” she mused aloud.
“What are you thinking?”
“Why not a birthday bash for Angel?”
“He would never agree to it, unfortunately. He doesn’t like us making a fuss.”
“So what if we don’t tell him? Or can he read our minds?” she asked slyly.
“You might be on to something,” Ricco mused. “We will have to be very careful, though. We need a good cover theme, something he would never suspect. He usually doesn’t intrude on our minds, but if he were suspicious, well, he might.”
“What about a ‘Roaring Twenties’ theme?” Brea suggested, her eyes lighting up just at the thought of the dresses and suits, the hairstyles and the decorations. It would not be difficult to turn the great hall into an old fashioned speak easy.
“I think it is a great idea,” Ricco said.
“What is?” Freida asked, coming into the room.
The two explained their plan, and Freida was quick to agree. She volunteered to find someone to cater the cake and would hire some people to help with the food. Ricco would inform the intended guests as soon as Angel agreed to the twenties theme. Brea would approach the other vampires one at a time, when Angel was working. It would be tricky, but if they were careful, they could pull it off.
Brea had Ricco take her shopping. There was something she wanted to get before Angel woke up for the night. They searched the local stores, but finally, Brea found what she was looking for at a used consignment shop.
At six o ’clock, Brea was standing in her room wearing the dress she purchased earlier that day. It was white silk, floor length with a split up the side that stopped mere inches from her hip. The bodice was sequined and had thick straps over her shoulders. Her hair was tied up around her head, little pixie curls escaping around her face. Yes, she thought with an approving look in the mirror, she looked like an actress from the twenties. She picked up her glass of wine and tapped on the secret door between the two rooms. It swung inward with hardly a sound, and she crept into the adjoining room.
She contemplated all afternoon whether or not to be in his room when he woke. A small part of her wanted to shock him, to get his attention. Another part of her screamed “what are you doing?” But in the end, theatrics won out, and she stood silently at the foot of his bed.
He was lying on his back, his chest bare. Brea couldn ’t stop her eyes from drinking in the sight of him. His shoulders were broad, his chest muscular, and his torso tapered down to a trim waist. Although his skin was pale, he had a dusting of dark hair on his chest and belly. The hair trailed down his stomach and under the black satin sheet that was tangled around his waist and legs. She wondered if the rest of him was bare under that sheet. His face was peaceful, his jaw lax, and his eyelashes tossed a light shadow over his high cheekbones. His midnight hair feathered on the pillow around his head like a dark halo. A dark Angel. In that moment, Brea had the sudden urge to climb into the bed beside him. But just as soon as the thought occurred to her, he began to stir.
Angel knew the moment she entered his room. He kept still out of mere curiosity. When he felt her eyes on him, he fought the urge to smile. He could smell the change in her body chemistry, and it pleased him to know she found him attractive. After a long two minutes of nothing, Angel decided it was time to wake.
He slowly peeled back his eyelids to see her. His eyes nearly popped right out of his skull. She was standing at the foot of his bed, a vision in white, her red hair pinned close to her head. She was supporting her weight to one side, accenting her shapely hips. She took a sip from her wine glass at exactly that
“What are you thinking?”
“Why not a birthday bash for Angel?”
“He would never agree to it, unfortunately. He doesn’t like us making a fuss.”
“So what if we don’t tell him? Or can he read our minds?” she asked slyly.
“You might be on to something,” Ricco mused. “We will have to be very careful, though. We need a good cover theme, something he would never suspect. He usually doesn’t intrude on our minds, but if he were suspicious, well, he might.”
“What about a ‘Roaring Twenties’ theme?” Brea suggested, her eyes lighting up just at the thought of the dresses and suits, the hairstyles and the decorations. It would not be difficult to turn the great hall into an old fashioned speak easy.
“I think it is a great idea,” Ricco said.
“What is?” Freida asked, coming into the room.
The two explained their plan, and Freida was quick to agree. She volunteered to find someone to cater the cake and would hire some people to help with the food. Ricco would inform the intended guests as soon as Angel agreed to the twenties theme. Brea would approach the other vampires one at a time, when Angel was working. It would be tricky, but if they were careful, they could pull it off.
Brea had Ricco take her shopping. There was something she wanted to get before Angel woke up for the night. They searched the local stores, but finally, Brea found what she was looking for at a used consignment shop.
At six o ’clock, Brea was standing in her room wearing the dress she purchased earlier that day. It was white silk, floor length with a split up the side that stopped mere inches from her hip. The bodice was sequined and had thick straps over her shoulders. Her hair was tied up around her head, little pixie curls escaping around her face. Yes, she thought with an approving look in the mirror, she looked like an actress from the twenties. She picked up her glass of wine and tapped on the secret door between the two rooms. It swung inward with hardly a sound, and she crept into the adjoining room.
She contemplated all afternoon whether or not to be in his room when he woke. A small part of her wanted to shock him, to get his attention. Another part of her screamed “what are you doing?” But in the end, theatrics won out, and she stood silently at the foot of his bed.
He was lying on his back, his chest bare. Brea couldn ’t stop her eyes from drinking in the sight of him. His shoulders were broad, his chest muscular, and his torso tapered down to a trim waist. Although his skin was pale, he had a dusting of dark hair on his chest and belly. The hair trailed down his stomach and under the black satin sheet that was tangled around his waist and legs. She wondered if the rest of him was bare under that sheet. His face was peaceful, his jaw lax, and his eyelashes tossed a light shadow over his high cheekbones. His midnight hair feathered on the pillow around his head like a dark halo. A dark Angel. In that moment, Brea had the sudden urge to climb into the bed beside him. But just as soon as the thought occurred to her, he began to stir.
Angel knew the moment she entered his room. He kept still out of mere curiosity. When he felt her eyes on him, he fought the urge to smile. He could smell the change in her body chemistry, and it pleased him to know she found him attractive. After a long two minutes of nothing, Angel decided it was time to wake.
He slowly peeled back his eyelids to see her. His eyes nearly popped right out of his skull. She was standing at the foot of his bed, a vision in white, her red hair pinned close to her head. She was supporting her weight to one side, accenting her shapely hips. She took a sip from her wine glass at exactly that
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