curtain and I saw that it
was unoccupied aside from a few empty bottles and glasses. I sighed
in relief and my knees suddenly felt weak. I silently thanked God
as I clutched my chest. I didn’t know how many closed curtains I’d
have to see opened, or how many weeks would have to pass before I
got over the horrible events of last night.
I swallowed thickly as I shook my head and
made my way up the small spiral staircase and over to Archer’s
office. The door was open and I tentatively peeked inside. Jameson
was sitting on the couch, his head tilted back, and his hands
clutching a tall glass of blood.
He opened his eyes when he heard me walk in
and he smiled tiredly. “Hello, a luaidh ,” he said
sweetly.
I dropped the money and envelope on Archer’s
desk and turned back to Jameson. “Is Archer here?”
He shook his head and rubbed his right
temple. “Thank God, no. He and An Dílis left a few hours
ago.”
I quietly shut the door and walked over to
him, sitting in his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“What’s wrong, honey?” I asked as I placed a soft kiss on his
lips.
He nuzzled my neck with his nose as he took a
deep breath in and sighed. “You smell so good. I can tell you were
dancing tonight. I smell the sweet sweat on your skin,” he said as
he softly growled.
I shivered in momentary excitement, got up
from his lap and sat down in the chair across from him. It was hard
to do, but something was bothering him and I wanted to know what it
was. If we started attacking each other sexually, I might never
find out. “Talk to me babe,” I whispered seriously.
He sighed again and ran his fingers through
his shoulder length brown hair. “It’s not easy keeping my brother
out of my head.”
I sat up straighter and grasped the arms of
the chair. “Tell me,” I demanded. “What happened?”
He licked his lips and quickly downed the
full glass of blood. He looked at me for a few seconds before he
answered. “When I came back upstairs with the bottle of Connemara,
one of An Dílis noticed red lipstick on my mouth and brought
it to my attention.”
I cringed. “Damn it,” I cursed in a whisper
and shook my head.
Jameson chuckled dryly and continued. “Yeah,
my thoughts exactly, love.”
I got up out the chair and took the empty
glass from his hands. I set it down on the small bar against the
wall and walked back over to him, straddling his lap. “Then what
happened?” I asked as I gently ran both of my hands through his
silky hair and massaged his cool scalp.
He leaned his head back into my hands and
sighed contently. “Archer asked who I had been kissing.”
My fingers froze mid stroke and I took a deep
breath. “Does he know?” I asked warily.
He opened his eyes and looked deeply into my
own. “No,” he said with a small, cautious grin. “One of the men
asked him a question and I quickly thought of something else.” He
smiled up at me and grabbed my hips in both of his hands. “You have
no idea how hard it was to not think about your soft body lying in
wait under mine.”
I blushed and shivered at the thought of our
near intercourse earlier in the stockroom. I wetted my lips and
slowly brought my mouth down to his, lightly licking the width of
his bottom lip before gently sucking it into my mouth, teasing it
softly with my teeth.
Just then a knock sounded at the door and I
allowed Jameson to have his lip back so he could speak. “What is
it?” he called out. The door slowly started to open and Jameson
used his vampire speed to lift me up off his lap and place me on
the couch next to him.
Lochlan poked his head in and smiled widely,
his dark blue eyes shining with amusement. “’Ello, lovebirds,” he
teased in a mocked British accent.
Jameson crossed his arms over his chest and
sighed. “Can I help you, brother?”
“Aye, brother,” Lochlan said with a
mischievous grin. “You can let me watch you and this fine feek here
go to town.”
Jameson laughed, shook his
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