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imagination. She liked the thought of him pouncing on her, but
not biting. Her heart raced as she thought about his body hovering over her,
his hands slowly unbuttoning her pants, and those eyes staring lovingly,
hungrily into hers.
    "I’m
a hunter."
    The
sound of his voice woke her from her daydream. She turned her back to him for a
few seconds to get her bearings. "A hunter?"
    "Yeah."
    Even
though she knew what he meant, she pretended like she didn't. Her voice carried
a sarcastic air. "What do you hunt? Like animals?" She removed her bracelets
and set them down on the dresser, her flirty gaze meeting with his in the
mirror.
    "No.
It's a class of vampire. There are four different types. There's the Count,
who's immortal. Then, there's the Elders–the smart guys with big bucks. They
are descendants of the Count's original seven, so they are the top dogs of the
Morgan vamps. Then, you have your common house vampire—those are the guys that
make up the majority of us. They're also called half breeds because they're not
full blood vampires."
    "House
vampires?" She was going to turn to him, but quickly startled when she saw
him standing behind her.
    "Then,
there’s me." His arms slowly made their way around her waist, his touch so
smooth and light it spread a great heat throughout her body like wildfire. Slowly
nudging his head forward, he let his chin rest on her shoulder as he stared at
their reflections, his lips lightly kissing the skin on her neck. His next
words warmed her as they rolled seductively off his tongue. "The hunter."
    "That
sounds so cheesy." Ashleigh's hands went to his, which were resting on her
stomach, as she watched his movements closely in the mirror. "All vampires
are hunter s."
    "Not
as good as me." Spencer gave a very soft chuckle. Ashleigh felt the
wetness of his tongue as he licked his lips, his grip around her waist getting
tighter. "I hunt for my master. Bring home the dinner."
    "How
is that a job?" Ashleigh turned around in his arms, pushing his hands off
her. Even though he was very handsome, she was finding herself less attracted
to him with each one of his words. This wasn't the sexy vampire dream she had
been expecting.
    "One
of the Elders hired me to find you." His hand reached up to her chin, forcing
her to look at him. "They want to meet you."
    "You
didn’t want to meet me?"
    "I
can’t say I wasn’t curious." Spencer stared down at her lips, his words growing
softer. "And going on a treasure hunt seemed like fun."
    "Who
is he?" Instead of feeding the look in his eyes, she pulled away from him
and walked over to the bed.
    "Rich,
movie star type. Spoiled and stuck up." Spencer sat down next to her. "If
I told you his name, you’d probably recognize him. He wouldn’t recognize you
though. You’re nothing like I would’ve imagined Victoria Allure to be like."
    "What
did you think she’d be like?"
    "Like
one of those ladies on the back of romance novels. You know…" He smiled as
he playfully nudged her shoulder with his. "The big haired, nosebleed-heel-wearing,
perfect girls. A sophisticated lady."
    "I’m
a lady." Ashleigh chuckled dryly as she turned to him, her eyes settling
on the large fangs that stuck out from his top lip.
    "Lady’s
not the right word." His eyes caught what she was looking at, and it
quickly melted his frown. When she saw his expression change, she quickly
looked up at his eyes. "I meant a hot and sexy vixen."
    She
stared down at her hands. "I’m not a hot and sexy vixen."
    "And
I’m not a romantic vampire lord, either." Spencer placed a hand on her
leg, a softer tone to his voice. "I would not find a girl like Victoria
attractive, but you…I do."
    "Why?"
A devilish smile crept onto her face that Spencer picked up on right away and
was ready to use to his full advantage.
    "You’re
not a snob. You’re normal." He moved close to her, slowly sliding his arm
behind her back. "Like me."
    Ashleigh
laughed, her face turning slightly red as she covered her mouth