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or climbing down into volcanoes that are about to erupt.” The waiter snorted in disgust. “The most daring thing Alexa does is short trade.”
Max couldn’t argue with Marty on that front. Alexa could be pretty conservative, and she definitely didn’t have a death wish. Maybe Marty was right and he should tell her about Bliss.
“Okay. Maybe you’re right,” he conceded. “Still, you can’t tell me this is not going to affect her emotionally.”
Marty nodded. “Oh, it will, but did you ever stop to think that maybe it will affect her in a good way? Alexa needs a life of her own. Hanging out with you is no way to spend the rest of her life.”
“Hey!” Max glared at the waiter with an injured expression. “Bliss is gonna be hanging out with me for the rest of her life.”
“Are you kidding me?” Marty shook his head and laughed. “You’re gonna be hanging out with her . Big difference there, ass model.”
“Oh, ha ha. Very funny play on the semantics there, buddy. It’s still the same thing.”
“Look, Max. You don’t really have any issues. Neither does Bliss. The biggest issues the two of you have are her brother and Alexa and a mattress that hasn’t shown up yet. Am I right?” Marty asked pointedly.
Max pondered his words for a moment. “Yeah. You’re pretty much right.”
“Well, then deal with Alexa. Tell her the truth. If you don’t tell her, she’s gonna be more hurt because she’ll think you thought she was too weak to handle the news. As for Olivier, maybe Bliss needs to not worry about him so much. Maybe the fact that Bliss and Lucien worry about him all the time has Olivier thinking he’s a lost cause, when really, he’s not. And call the mattress company and throw your celebrity weight around. I bet the mattress shows up tomorrow.” Marty gave an emphatic nod.
After Marty left, Max began to realize just how right the waiter was. Max and Bliss had held off on bonding because both of them had let what happened to Alexa and Olivier get to them. Of course, now that Max knew the truth about vampire bonding, the consequences of the ritual scared the fuck out of him. If something happened to him, he didn’t want Bliss dying. She, of course, scoffed at his worry. They were immortals. Immortals didn’t die that often. Usually, if they were fae, they opted to go to the Afterworld on their own, the way Max’s father had. Vampires could bring about their deaths in several physical ways, like burning or decapitation. They didn’t have the option of going to the Afterworld of their own volition until after they reached the half-millennium mark.
Thinking of his father made Max remember the mattress. Now that was one thing Marty had been spot on about.
He pulled out his cell phone and called the mattress company, putting on his best upset celebrity act. Ten minutes later, the company’s president had personally promised that Max would have a new mattress in the morning.
Left with his martini and thoughts of Alexa and Olivier, Max decided that a little chat with Bliss about her brother wouldn’t be amiss. As for Alexa, one more martini and he would head over to her penthouse and tell her the truth. He waved at Marty to bring him another drink. If he was gonna beard the vampiress in her den, he needed liquid courage.
By the time Max stepped out of the cab at Alexa’s building, he was sober again. Talking to his best friend about his love life had never been difficult before, but now it wasn’t just a conversation about sex. He had to talk to her about stuff that would remind her of her past. He didn’t want to cause Alexa any pain. The thought that he might ate at him like acid.
She answered the door dressed in faded button fly jeans and a tiny cropped t-shirt that showed off her magnificent chest. Max had seen her dressed that way a thousand times before, but this time he noticed that her shirt was sky blue. She didn’t dress all in black like Olivier. He stalked into her
Max couldn’t argue with Marty on that front. Alexa could be pretty conservative, and she definitely didn’t have a death wish. Maybe Marty was right and he should tell her about Bliss.
“Okay. Maybe you’re right,” he conceded. “Still, you can’t tell me this is not going to affect her emotionally.”
Marty nodded. “Oh, it will, but did you ever stop to think that maybe it will affect her in a good way? Alexa needs a life of her own. Hanging out with you is no way to spend the rest of her life.”
“Hey!” Max glared at the waiter with an injured expression. “Bliss is gonna be hanging out with me for the rest of her life.”
“Are you kidding me?” Marty shook his head and laughed. “You’re gonna be hanging out with her . Big difference there, ass model.”
“Oh, ha ha. Very funny play on the semantics there, buddy. It’s still the same thing.”
“Look, Max. You don’t really have any issues. Neither does Bliss. The biggest issues the two of you have are her brother and Alexa and a mattress that hasn’t shown up yet. Am I right?” Marty asked pointedly.
Max pondered his words for a moment. “Yeah. You’re pretty much right.”
“Well, then deal with Alexa. Tell her the truth. If you don’t tell her, she’s gonna be more hurt because she’ll think you thought she was too weak to handle the news. As for Olivier, maybe Bliss needs to not worry about him so much. Maybe the fact that Bliss and Lucien worry about him all the time has Olivier thinking he’s a lost cause, when really, he’s not. And call the mattress company and throw your celebrity weight around. I bet the mattress shows up tomorrow.” Marty gave an emphatic nod.
After Marty left, Max began to realize just how right the waiter was. Max and Bliss had held off on bonding because both of them had let what happened to Alexa and Olivier get to them. Of course, now that Max knew the truth about vampire bonding, the consequences of the ritual scared the fuck out of him. If something happened to him, he didn’t want Bliss dying. She, of course, scoffed at his worry. They were immortals. Immortals didn’t die that often. Usually, if they were fae, they opted to go to the Afterworld on their own, the way Max’s father had. Vampires could bring about their deaths in several physical ways, like burning or decapitation. They didn’t have the option of going to the Afterworld of their own volition until after they reached the half-millennium mark.
Thinking of his father made Max remember the mattress. Now that was one thing Marty had been spot on about.
He pulled out his cell phone and called the mattress company, putting on his best upset celebrity act. Ten minutes later, the company’s president had personally promised that Max would have a new mattress in the morning.
Left with his martini and thoughts of Alexa and Olivier, Max decided that a little chat with Bliss about her brother wouldn’t be amiss. As for Alexa, one more martini and he would head over to her penthouse and tell her the truth. He waved at Marty to bring him another drink. If he was gonna beard the vampiress in her den, he needed liquid courage.
By the time Max stepped out of the cab at Alexa’s building, he was sober again. Talking to his best friend about his love life had never been difficult before, but now it wasn’t just a conversation about sex. He had to talk to her about stuff that would remind her of her past. He didn’t want to cause Alexa any pain. The thought that he might ate at him like acid.
She answered the door dressed in faded button fly jeans and a tiny cropped t-shirt that showed off her magnificent chest. Max had seen her dressed that way a thousand times before, but this time he noticed that her shirt was sky blue. She didn’t dress all in black like Olivier. He stalked into her
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