I must become a blood courtesan to pay for my life-saving treatments, and my first client is a vampire other courtesans fear. Gavin Morris's voice is sexy as sin, his touch smooth as silk, and his scent mouth-watering. All are enough to die for. I just hope that isn't my fate, literally.
The Vampire Blood Courtesans.
It's not supposed to be about love...until it is.
Gavin drew me away to stare into my eyes. With a longing in his gaze that surprised me, he skimmed his finger over my forehead, placing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "You look very lovely tonight."
At least he hadn't used the dreaded "beautiful" word. I smiled.
A tic pulsed to life under his eye. "Did you follow my instructions?"
"Panties are an unnecessary distraction." Heat flared from my chest, up my neck, and into my cheeks.
He chuckled. "I'll take that as a 'yes.' How I love to make you blush. The rush of blood through your veins is so alluring."
Slipping his hand down my bare arm, my skin tingled, electrified from his touch. Gavin grasped my fingers and drew me toward the lone chair by the fireplace. Similar to last time, a warm fire crackled in the hearth.
"What do you want me--" Before I finished my sentence, he set his finger against my lips. Warm and calloused from his violin, the roughness prickled my skin.
"Shh." A smile tugged at his mouth, pulling the skin taut around the mask. "No questions."
I swallowed, anticipation strumming along my nerves. His gaze riveted on my throat before returning to my eyes. He slid off his jacket and hung it on one of the coat rack's pegs.
His muscles bulged under his shirt, his biceps flexing as he undid the first two buttons. Smooth and silky, his skin glowed from the firelight, and the urge to touch his chest, feel the taut muscles made my hand jerk.
His brow furrowed. "Don't worry, Alexandra. This will be pleasurable, I promise."