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insult her clothing choices.
    She took a minute to look him over. He wasn't wearing the leather trench coat he normally did. Just a simple pair of black slacks and blue button down shirt. He did have an amazing ass. His slacks were tight in just the right places to show off his firm, muscular rear and legs. His shoulders were broad and powerful. She could feel another blush rise up into her face. Despite the fact of him being a vampire she still found herself attracted to him, though she couldn't say for sure if it was him or if he worked him vampire glamour power on her.
    She fingered the amulet she always wore, it was a silver cross with a ruby in the center.
    She wore it at all times. No exceptions. It was the only thing she had on currently. She didn't wear it because vampires could be hurt by crucifix's, but because it was enchanted.
    A powerful witch that she had known gave it to her, it kept vampires from being able to use their glamour powers on her. Perhaps he's too powerful for the amulet? She had thought.
    "Here we go!" he exclaimed pulling a red and white garment from her closet. "You do have a wild side. You vixen," he teased giving her a wink as he showed the garment to her.
    It was a sexy vinyl nurse costume she had bought for a former boyfriend. She never did get to wear it for him though. Lying, cheating bastard he was.
    She crossed her arms over her chest, ensuring the blanket stayed secure under her arms.
    " That is my nurse costume. I am not wearing it for you."
    He grinned at her from across the room, the grin of a devil if she had ever seen one. He tossed the garment at her, managing to hit her square in the face with it. "Suit yourself."

    He sat back down in what he seemed to have claimed to be his chair at the foot of the bed and shrugged. "Truthfully I like you just the way you are," he licked his lips seductively with his tongue. "Yummy."
    "Bastard!" She looked down at the outfit and then glared at him, eyes narrowed.
    "If I wanted to kill you I would have done so by now," he leaned back into the chair, his fingers laced behind his head. "I just want to talk."
    She rolled her eyes at him. Talk? He couldn't be serious. Sighing, she took a look at his smug, grinning face then the nurse costume. At least with the costume she had some sort of mobility.
    With one hand she tried to hold the blanket up, while using the other to attempt to squeeze her way into the skin tight nurse costume. Standing at the side of the bed, her bare back to him she pulled the costume the rest of the way up. Turning back to face him, with some difficulty she finally managed to zip the back up.
    Looking down at herself she felt ridiculous. It fit so tight you would swear it was a second skin. Her breasts practically spilled out over the bodice and it was so short if she moved to quickly the skirt would inch its way up exposing her privates to him. She decided that felt much more secure with the blanket.
    She glanced back up at him and noticed he didn't seem as smug as he once had. He looked almost uncomfortable. He shifted positions in the chair again and was now seated forward, hands clasped tightly in front of him, elbows resting on his knees. When he looked up into her eyes his normally bright blue eyes were lighter, on the verge of turning white, filled with lust.
    His eyes caught hers for a moment. A long, intense moment that left her breathless.
    She forced herself to glance away and turned her mind back to the clothing problem.
    The skirt barely covered her ass and Gina discovered that when she attempted to pull it down she was risking having her breasts pop out of the top.
    With a sigh of resignation, she gave up on modest and focused her attention back on the subject at hand. What exactly did he want if not to kill her? She doubted he was there to converse on current affairs or the weather. He had an agenda, she was sure of it.
    She glanced over at the closet. In the very back was a wooden box where she hid many of her