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threatening to fall actually did. There
was one last room to explore and that was Archer’s room, the master
suite. I opened the tall, wooden double doors and gasped at what I
saw. Archer’s room occupied the far corner of the penthouse and two
of the four walls were floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out
onto the beautiful blue bay. Sailboats with bright colored masts
and large motor boats cruised the water below. Watching them was
surprisingly calming.
    Turning my attention to the rest of the room,
I loved what I saw. Archer’s king-sized canopy bed was made out of
a beautiful mahogany and draped in sheer cream curtains. Thick
pillows of varying sizes and a brown fur blanket adorned the top.
His bathroom had a double vanity, a walk in shower, and a big
Jacuzzi tub. The walk in closet was just off that and it was big
enough to be a bedroom of its own.
    I decided to relax on the bed and stare out
into the blue waters of the bay until Archer was finished with his
business. I guess I got too relaxed because I fell asleep, awaking
to light kisses on my eyelids.
    “The donors are here, cion ,” Archer
whispered as he stroked my hair back from my face.
    “Mmm,” I moaned as I stretched and opened my
eyes. “Good. I’m starving.”
    Archer took my hand and helped me to the
door. Beverly was standing just outside with our suitcases and was
waiting for me to exit. “Ms. Reynolds is going to unpack for us
before she leaves. Do you need anything else before she does,
baby?”
    I shook my head and gave her a sleepy smile
as Archer moved us out into the hall. “I can unpack my own luggage,
honey. She doesn’t have to do that for me.”
    “It’s her job,” he explained. “Besides, you
aren’t going to have time to do it tonight anyway. After you feed
you need to get changed. Jameson’s concert is in two hours. I’d
like to get there early enough to visit with him before the show if
I can.”
    “You miss him don’t you?” I asked, stopping
us at the end of the hall and looking up into his eyes.
    “Every day, cion ,” he answered with a
small, sad smile. “He’s my son, my brother. We haven’t spoken much
since he left.”
    “I’m sorry,” I apologized, feeling horrible
for coming between the two again. “That’s my fault. I promise I’ll
fix this, okay? I-I miss him too.”
    “It’s no one’s fault,” Archer shook his head
and went to say more but I silenced him with a kiss.
    When I pulled away, I put on my best carefree
smile, hiding the ache and guilt deep down inside me. “Want to
share my meal with me? Should be yummy,” I said sing-song as I
wagged my eyebrows.
    Archer shook his head and laughed. “No, baby.
Between your blood and Donovan’s, I’m set for the night. You enjoy
them though. Mind if I watch?”
    “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I winked
as I turned to the two new guests occupying the couch.
    Javier was tall, dark, handsome, and hailed
from Portugal. His accent was thick and hard to understand but the
great thing about donating blood is that conversation isn’t a
requirement. The second man was Juan Carlos and he reminded me of a
darker Jesse Metcalf; he was absolutely gorgeous and could have
modeled for any agency in the world.
    Beverly had done a great job securing my
donors. They were exactly as I asked and she exceeded my
expectations. I was starting to understand why Archer kept her
around. She may have wanted my man, but she was intelligent enough
not to step on my toes when blood and a hungry vampire were
involved. Smart girl.
    Javier was exquisite; his blood tasted tangy,
rich, earthy and spicy, and was just what I had been craving. This
time I didn’t allow my venom to give my donor more than a slight
euphoric high. The last thing I needed was two hot, delicious men
blowing their loads again in front of Archer. If the roles were
reversed and Archer was giving gorgeous women orgasms when he fed,
I’d probably have to cut a bitch. Respect. You give a little,