Read High Stakes for Free Online Page B

tomorrow,"Brittany reminded Seamus. "I think it's really generous of Ethan to provide on-site dental services to his staff."
    Seamus grimaced. "We can give my slot to someone else. I don't really need a cleaning."
    "Afraid of the dentist?"
    "No, of course not."He looked affronted, his dark eyebrows drawing together. "I'm just busy, and I think that I saw the dentist recently."
    "When?In this century?"Brittanynudged his arm, and wished they would just admit to her that they were vampires, so they could discuss their salvation. But every time she had broached the subject with Ethan or Seamus that first week in the hotel, she had suddenly found herself confused and talking about something else. They were obviously controlling her thoughts—vampire trick—but in recent days she was sure she'd been successful in locking them out.
    "No, probably not," he admitted with a grin.
    Now that it had all come out in the reception room,Brittany didn't see why Seamus and Ethan didn't admit the truth—that they had probably both been alive when dentists and barbers were one and the same.
    "How long?" she asked. "I mean, specifically."
    The sudden urgent need to use the bathroom overcame her.Brittany shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
    "Not long enough," Seamus said.
    Obviously, she wasn't going to get a straight answer. She glanced around the room. There were ten or so of them dining in this private room tonight, though she was convinced she was the only one really eating. She suspected Seamus of sipping the wine and bisque and dumping the salmon in his napkin, since she hadn't actually seen a single bite go past his lips. Yet somehow it was disappearing from his plate.
    "I wonder what's taking Ethan and Alex?" she asked. "I hope Alex isn't giving Kim a hard time. She can be very overprotective."
    "I'm sure Ethan can handle the situation."
    The pressure on her bladder overcame her good manners. "Will you excuse me for a minute, Seamus?"
    "'Certainly."He stood up when she did, which always startledher a little.
    Most guys in Vegas wouldn't know chivalry if it bit them in their gambling arm.

    Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    ""How old are you?" Maybe his good manners were the result of being reared in Regency England or something.
    "'Thirty-seven." Times ten .
    Brittanyheard the words as if they'd been spoken, but they hadn't. She was sure of it. Dropping her napkin to the table, shesaid., "Times ten?"
    Seamus'seyes went wide. "Pardon me?"
    "'Times ten.What do you mean?" She knew what he meant, she just wanted to hear him say it out loud—that he was somewhere in the neighborhood of three hundred and seventy years old.
    Still standing, Seamus just stared at her. "I don't know what you're talking about."
    Jiggling in place,Brittany decided she couldn't pursue it. She was going to wet her pants. Orcocktaül dress. Did she have abladlder infection? Good grief, things felt urgent.
    "Never mind.I'll be right back."
    Walking as fast as she could with a cramped abdomen, she headed toward the hall. There was a powder room down three steps to the left. She'd been in there once before. It was very small, for use with the private dining rooms, and it had the feel of a glamorous forties dressing room.
    As she rounded the corner,Brittany came to a startled stop. Reclining on the sofa was a couple, the man making like a throw rug on the woman.Lots of draping and clinging and soft murmurs.
    Embarrassed,Brittany hung back.
    She should just leave, but the closest restroom was in the main dining room, a heck of a hike from where she was. And she really had to go, but Embrace on a Couch over there were a foot from the door she had to open. Maybe if she just sort of slid past them, they'd never even notice.
    The man was petting the woman's hair, tilting her head up. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy andBrittany found herself staring way longer than was appropriate. It should have been tacky and base, getting it on