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pulled back to frame her face in his hands, and her eyes met his.
Holy hell.
A chill ran through him as Krys reached up to plant small kisses against his neck. She sensed his stillness and stopped. “What’s wrong?”
“Look at me,” he whispered, and she raised her eyes to his again. In the center of those deep brown irises, her pupils were dilated, black pools he hadn’t seen in the soft light of the lamp. She might be walking and talking and setting off his freakin’ vampire radar, but she was stoned. It had to be some weird after-effect of the enthrallment, something he’d never encountered.
“What’s wrong?” she repeated, frowning, her voice stronger.
“Krys, I—” What the hell was he supposed to say?
Sorry, I was an asshole who took advantage of you? Sorry, I’m just a predator? Sorry, I got carried away?
He’d have to try to enthrall her again, take her under deep, and hope to God she didn’t remember any of this when she woke. Yeah, chickenshit.
“Look at me again.” He kissed her lightly before catching her gaze and rolling his mind over hers with his full force of will, more than he’d ever used on a human before.
“What...” She frowned briefly before her lashes fluttered and she closed her eyes with a soft sigh, her hands sliding from his back.
He gently extricated himself and lifted the quilt over her, his hands shaking as he pulled his sweater back on. What the hell had he done to her? And what the hell had she done to him?
K rys stretched and yawned, eyes still closed. She hadn’t slept this well in a long time, so surely it wouldn’t hurt to snuggle under the covers a few more minutes. No one expected her back in Americus, and hotel checkout wasn’t till noon. LaFayette’s hotel was quiet as a graveyard, the only sound the soft whoosh of forced air coming from a heating vent. Surprising, since it was on a state highway that mostly saw local traffic and long-haul truckers.
Consciousness began to stir, and she groaned and began laughing into her pillow. God, the
dream
she’d had. True, Aidan Murphy was one fine-looking man but surely there was some kind of law against having
that
kind of dream about a potential employer.
She rolled over, trying to remember peeling her clothes off and crawling into bed without her usual oversize Emory T-shirt. Wait. Had she even driven back last night?
Her eyes popped open to an unfamiliar lamp on an unfamiliar wooden nightstand in an unfamiliar room. This wasn’tthe shabby little single at the LaFayette Motor Inn. Where was she?
She sat up, heart thudding. Wait—the room did look familiar. Soft lamplight cast shadows on pale gold walls and rich brown carpet in a room with no windows. She’d been sleeping on a king-size, four-poster bed with cotton sheets as soft as feathers. A light quilt stretched over her. She rubbed her temples, straining to remember.
Weird, the dream about Aidan Murphy. They’d been in this room. She had to be losing her freaking mind. What had happened last night?
Krys rubbed her eyes, trying to think. She remembered talking to Aidan and getting ready to leave his office, then nothing. She didn’t remember him taking her back to get her car. She sure didn’t remember coming to this room. Only snatches of the dream.
Had she fainted? Had they taken her to a room somewhere in Penton? That certainly would make the perfect ending to the craziest job interview trip in history. She threw back the quilt and froze, chills racing over her skin not from the cool air but from the small heap of red fabric on the floor next to the bed. The T-shirt she’d been wearing last night in the dream, the one she’d pulled off herself, inviting Aidan to touch her.
Holding her breath, she leaned down and snatched the T-shirt off the floor, lifting it to her face. It smelled of her own floral perfume mixed with an unmistakable trace of the clean, masculine scent Aidan had had in her dream. Krys closed her eyes, heat washing
Holy hell.
A chill ran through him as Krys reached up to plant small kisses against his neck. She sensed his stillness and stopped. “What’s wrong?”
“Look at me,” he whispered, and she raised her eyes to his again. In the center of those deep brown irises, her pupils were dilated, black pools he hadn’t seen in the soft light of the lamp. She might be walking and talking and setting off his freakin’ vampire radar, but she was stoned. It had to be some weird after-effect of the enthrallment, something he’d never encountered.
“What’s wrong?” she repeated, frowning, her voice stronger.
“Krys, I—” What the hell was he supposed to say?
Sorry, I was an asshole who took advantage of you? Sorry, I’m just a predator? Sorry, I got carried away?
He’d have to try to enthrall her again, take her under deep, and hope to God she didn’t remember any of this when she woke. Yeah, chickenshit.
“Look at me again.” He kissed her lightly before catching her gaze and rolling his mind over hers with his full force of will, more than he’d ever used on a human before.
“What...” She frowned briefly before her lashes fluttered and she closed her eyes with a soft sigh, her hands sliding from his back.
He gently extricated himself and lifted the quilt over her, his hands shaking as he pulled his sweater back on. What the hell had he done to her? And what the hell had she done to him?
K rys stretched and yawned, eyes still closed. She hadn’t slept this well in a long time, so surely it wouldn’t hurt to snuggle under the covers a few more minutes. No one expected her back in Americus, and hotel checkout wasn’t till noon. LaFayette’s hotel was quiet as a graveyard, the only sound the soft whoosh of forced air coming from a heating vent. Surprising, since it was on a state highway that mostly saw local traffic and long-haul truckers.
Consciousness began to stir, and she groaned and began laughing into her pillow. God, the
dream
she’d had. True, Aidan Murphy was one fine-looking man but surely there was some kind of law against having
that
kind of dream about a potential employer.
She rolled over, trying to remember peeling her clothes off and crawling into bed without her usual oversize Emory T-shirt. Wait. Had she even driven back last night?
Her eyes popped open to an unfamiliar lamp on an unfamiliar wooden nightstand in an unfamiliar room. This wasn’tthe shabby little single at the LaFayette Motor Inn. Where was she?
She sat up, heart thudding. Wait—the room did look familiar. Soft lamplight cast shadows on pale gold walls and rich brown carpet in a room with no windows. She’d been sleeping on a king-size, four-poster bed with cotton sheets as soft as feathers. A light quilt stretched over her. She rubbed her temples, straining to remember.
Weird, the dream about Aidan Murphy. They’d been in this room. She had to be losing her freaking mind. What had happened last night?
Krys rubbed her eyes, trying to think. She remembered talking to Aidan and getting ready to leave his office, then nothing. She didn’t remember him taking her back to get her car. She sure didn’t remember coming to this room. Only snatches of the dream.
Had she fainted? Had they taken her to a room somewhere in Penton? That certainly would make the perfect ending to the craziest job interview trip in history. She threw back the quilt and froze, chills racing over her skin not from the cool air but from the small heap of red fabric on the floor next to the bed. The T-shirt she’d been wearing last night in the dream, the one she’d pulled off herself, inviting Aidan to touch her.
Holding her breath, she leaned down and snatched the T-shirt off the floor, lifting it to her face. It smelled of her own floral perfume mixed with an unmistakable trace of the clean, masculine scent Aidan had had in her dream. Krys closed her eyes, heat washing
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