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of what would be expected of him. I hoped he understood that my reticence to accept his declaration of love was in his best interests.
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Later, driving home with Kevin, I guess I was strangely quiet, my mind filled with the intoxicating thoughts of what had happened earlier. "Whatcha thinking 'bout?" he asked after a while.
"The party. It was fun, wasn't it?"
"It was okay. That guy, the one who dumped you, and took off—"
"Excuse me?" My tone was decidedly cool. "He did not dump me, Kevin. As a matter of fact we have a date for tomorrow night." Consciously, I brought a mental image of Marcus's face into focus, his smile, his eyes. Oh, those eyes...
    Kevin bumped my arm. "Where'd you go?"
"What do you mean?" I gave a guilty start. "I didn't go anywhere with him. That's tomorrow night."
"I mean, right then. You were talkin', then you went quiet again."
"Oh, just thinking of him. He's so hot."
"This means it's all over between you and me then, I guess?"
I looked at him, startled. "What?"
"Just kidding. But if he stands you up, you've got my cell number."
"Thanks Kevin. I'll remember that. How did you do?" I felt I should ask. "Get any dates?"
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"I was fighting them off as usual. One look at Mr. Big, and they were like putty in my hands."
I smiled, and said nothing, but I knew all about Mr. Big. [Back to Table of Contents]
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Chapter Four
The following day, Sunday, was the longest of my entire life. It was always a slow day anyway and one on which I generally sleep in till noon. Except, of course, on this particular Sunday, I awoke at the crack of dawn. The first thought that popped into my mind was of meeting Marcus at six. Six! That was a whole twelve hours away.
    Well, there's plenty to do, I thought, lying in bed looking up at the ceiling. There was the apartment's once weekly spritz, the laundry, the gym—oh yeah, I had to work out really hard today—and my Mom to call. Before you know it, it would be time to get all gussied up and go off to meet the man of my dreams. Wait...
The man of my dreams? Had it all been a dream? I mean, there I was, lying in bed, the morning after a rather unbelievable night in which I'd been spirited away from a party in my honour and made love to by a vampire.
    Of course, it had only been a dream. What was I thinking?
A dream...
Okay, wait again. What about our date at Joe's Café?
Surely, I hadn't dreamed up that part? I hadn't dreamed up any part of it. It had all happened, just as I remembered. My hand strayed to my crotch as I thought of him, every gorgeous inch of that smooth, sleekly muscled body, every nuance of his finely chiselled, noble face. Those hypnotic 50
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eyes, that sensuous smile, those luscious lips, that intoxicating scent.
Jeez, I was as hard as a rock...
No, I thought. Save it all for him. Don't waste a drop. I rolled out of bed and walked over to the window. The sun was just coming up, bathing my balcony in its cool, early morning light.
     
Where are you, Marcus? I wondered. Where did you take me last night? Nowhere around here, I was certain of that.
    Had he transported me to somewhere in the Carpathian Mountains? To some secret fortress, high as an eagle's nest, where no man could reach us? His words of warning came back to me then, and I had to admit, severing all contact with my friends and family would be more difficult than I had first thought in that heated rush of emotions last night. That, of course, was why he'd given me the time to think it all through, and innately I knew, he would give me all the time I asked before changing me—if he ever did.
    Walking into the kitchen to fix some coffee, I couldn't help but shiver with apprehension at how it might feel. To be drained of my blood, to drink vampire blood and have it course through my veins, to see the world and everyone in