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really been a vampire? Had he fled
the morning sun, or just the complications of a one-night stand? He hadn't left
a note, just the memory of his telling her that he had to leave before sunrise
and that he wanted to see her again in a week. Maybe she had imagined that. And
there had been no bite marks on her, even though she remembered being bitten in
several places. She'd seen blood on the sheets, though. Not much, but how did
it get there otherwise? It wasn't “that time of the month” for her.
    Is it possible that she had fallen victim
to some very odd prank? Had he slipped her a drug that would cause some sort of
hallucinatory experience, or even made a hypnotic suggestion? Maybe the
substance on the bed wasn't even blood, just something to bolster the story.
She analyzed the possibilities, either he was really a vampire and they would
have another round of amazing sex, but he might kill her; or he was not a
vampire, he was some sort of strange con man with a gimmick to get laid. Either
way, he had taken care of her needs so skillfully...if he wanted to kill her,
he easily could have done that already, couldn't he?
    She couldn't resist her burning curiosity,
the memory of his dark, animal beauty, their pleasure in each other. It was all
too strong. She left work early, no late-night meeting this time and took the
train home simply so she could turn herself from a workaday ad executive into a
ravishing creature of the night. No plain black shift and trench coat this
time; she outfitted herself in a dark red wrap dress that displayed her pale,
graceful neck and shoulders, along with a sexy peek of cleavage. A pair of
diamond drop earrings to sparkle against her dark hair, but no necklace to get
in the way. The same black silk stockings with an insanely sexy set of black
lace lingerie underneath the clinging dress, and finally, a pair of black
leather sling backs with a stiletto heel. The evening was a bit cool but not
rainy, so she slipped a black cashmere wrap around her shoulders and headed
out.
    She decided to drive her car in to the city
this time, rather than wait on the train. Her little black Acura made a quick
and comfortable ride into the city, and she pulled up to the Hotel du Lac's
valet stand a little early; at ten minutes until ten. So much for being
fashionably late , she thought, but it made more sense to arrive early, actually;
if Tomas had just been leading her on and would not be there tonight, she would
be spared the discomfort of standing in the entrance of the bar, looking around
awkwardly. This way she could go right in and find a table, as if just for
herself. If he didn't show, no one need be the wiser.
    Bolstered by this decision, she entered the
bar confidently without a glance around, and selected a cozy table in the
corner. As she strolled toward it, every man in the bar swiveled his head to
follow. She looked fantastic tonight. From the corner of her eye she noticed a
bit of the attention that she was getting, and she was flattered and delighted.
She'd decided there was no point in trying to make it work with Mark; the
distance between them was too great, physically and emotionally. If Tomas
turned out to be just a fling, at least it was a comfort to know she was still
desirable to other men.
    The server, a redheaded college-age boy,
came to ask for her order after she had settled at the table, she was about to
speak when she heard a lush, deeply-pitched voice with a lyrical accent say
from behind the server, “The lady will have a Bellini, and you can get a Chivas
on the rocks for me.” The boy turned around in surprise, as there had been no
footsteps to announce the approach of a companion, but as he came face to face
with Tomas, he nodded his head, stammering, “Ye-yes, sir; right away.”
    As the waiter hustled away, Tomas stood for
a moment, drinking in the vision of Nina sitting there, voluptuous yet
vulnerable, her pale skin set off exquisitely by the dark red silk dress and
her shiny