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his destiny.
     
His thoughts were in chaos...
    Stop ... please stop , I screamed in my mind while the make-believe vampire kissed me. Stop, or I'll make a fool of myself right here in the middle of this room. I'll toss this glass away—the one I'm practically crushing to pieces in my hand right now. I'll just throwit away, hold you in my arms, press my body to yours, rip the Armani tux off your hot body and let you fuck me right here in front of all these people. Yes, I will! Yes, I...
    He stepped back, his lips forming that perfect smile again.
"What happened?" I gasped.
"I kissed you," he said.
"I know ... but it felt like more..."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Roger. I thought it was rather nice, myself." He glanced down at my glass. "Can I get you a refill?" 16
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"That'd be nice. Wait." I grabbed his arm, feeling the strength in the hard biceps beneath the silk. "I don't know your name."
"I'm sorry. That was rude of me." He inclined his head slightly. "My name is Marcus." He walked away towards the bar, his cape billowing behind him, just like a real vampire's would.
     
Wow. I just couldn't believe my luck. That this gorgeous guy should choose me, out of all the other good looking guys in the room. Must be the gold sparkles , I thought. I grinned at my friend Mark as he sashayed over, still moulting.
    "Who's that guy you're talking to?" he asked me.
"His name's Marcus. Didn't you invite him?"
"Uh-uh. He must have come with one of the other guys, I guess." He looked over at the bar where my vampire stood, patiently waiting to be served. "He's hot..."
    "He certainly is," I agreed. "He kissed me," I added with a deal of smugness. "A birthday kiss, he said."
"Lucky you." Mark leered at me. "Play your cards right, my birthday boy, and you might get to kiss him back."
"I'd like to lick him all over," I said, meaning it. "He is just too..." I broke off as Marcus walked towards us, carrying my refilled martini, which he handed to me. "Thanks," I said, with a big smile. "Marcus, this is my best friend, Mark . He's the one throwing me this party."
    Marcus held out his hand. "Delighted to meet you, Mark."
"Same here," Mark said, then stepped back as if suddenly startled. "Oh, sorry ... something I gotta do..." He turned, 17 My Vampire and I
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and practically ran from the room, scattering black feathers everywhere.
I looked at Marcus with wide eyes. "What the heck's the matter with him, I wonder?"
Marcus didn't comment on Mark's weird behaviour.
Instead, he ran his fingertips up the length of my arm. "I wanted you all to myself."
What was that accent—something European?
"Would you care to step outside?" he asked. "It's a little stuffy in here, don't you think?"
Whatever and wherever , I thought, letting him steer me towards the patio door. Anywhere you want to go is just fine with me... "Let me just dump this thing," I said, leaning my trident against the wall. It was already getting on my nerves.
We stood for a moment or two in the balmy air, and I, feeling that this was probably the most romantic evening of my life, lifted my head and gazed into the night sky. A falling star arced through the inky blackness.
    "Oh, my God," I whispered. "A falling star ... we have to wish."
"What would you wish for, Roger?" Marcus asked, moving closer to me.
"If I told you, it might not come true." Oh, well ... nothing ventured, and all that ... "But if you must know, I'd wish for another kiss from you."
"Granted," he murmured, pulling me into his arms. His lips, those soft, luscious lips met mine in a kiss that made my senses reel. My lips parted under the pressure, and his 18
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    tongue slipped into my mouth. My knees buckled under me, and I swear I almost swooned. I was aware, barely, of him wrapping his cape around me, then it seemed as if we were floating—no, not floating, soaring—through the night sky, just the two of us. He held me in his strong embrace, while I