Free Honeymoon Bite (Golden Vampire Legacy) by Sharon Hamilton Page A

would have to be careful. Not a good idea to give this guy too many clues as to what turned her on. And she was hungry. Famished. But Anne sensed an exotic, sensual danger lurking between them. She wasn’t sure if this was dinner or a date.
    After he closed her door, he stood back and gave her the once over. Apparently she’d passed the test, since his gaze fluttered slowly, lingering on parts he liked best, traveling down her whole body and back up again without missing a single detail. He smiled.
    “I can buy you coffee, or we can take a drive.” Although she doubted he could hurt her in her now powerful state, she thought it unwise to go off with this strange male. And her curiosity about this meeting was taking a close second to her desire to feed.
    “Coffee is fine. Just remember what I said yesterday.” Her voice didn’t sound convincing.
    “Oh, yes.” He put his massive palm at her lower back again like he had yesterday, and the lead her to the café front doors. “You were telling me you would call the police if I didn’t stop . . . being this way.” The last part he had said as he leaned over, brushing her ear with his lips.
    Damn but it was hard to pull away from him. Everything inside Anne wanted to lean in so she could have a proper kiss. On her ear. Anywhere.
    “You invade my space before I give you permission.”
    “And you don’t like it?”
    Oh, God. It was hard to lie to him as well.
    “No . . . n-no. I don’t.” Anne could tell he knew what she was thinking.
    He held the door open and smiled. “I know what you like,” he said as she grazed his chest with her shoulder. “Go find us a seat, okay?” His voice followed behind her.
    Anne found the corner with the purple velvet chairs available. She already thought of it as their spot. This was not a good sign. To vary the routine, she sat in the other chair this time. Her throat was parched but her pulse quickened with the anticipation of their conversation. Being in the proximity of this man made her feel as if she’d just fed. Her heartbeat so loud she thought anyone in the room would be able to hear it.
    He walked across the floor with confidence, the object of everyone’s attention. He appeared oblivious he was attractive to both sexes. Anne wondered if he liked both men and women. But when his dark eyes flashed up to meet hers, all was answered. She was convinced he wasn’t interested in any other man or woman. He was interested in one woman only.
    Me.
    Being the object of his attraction was just as exciting as it was scary. She accepted the cardboard cup with its plastic hat, which was dwarfed by his enormous hands. He sat, crossed his long legs, propped his on the arm of the chair, and rested his cheek against the third and forefinger of his right hand.
    With difficulty, Anne tore her eyes away. She sipped her cappuccino and looked around the room. She caught furtive glances from other women who tried to look away before they were detected snooping. But his gaze was locked onto her face. At least, when he wasn’t looking at her neck.
    He leaned forward and put the tips of his fingers and his palms together, elbows resting on his knees. “So, here we are at last.”
    “Yes. What is it you wanted to talk to me about?”
    “I find it funny I am at a loss for words. There is so much I want to say.”
    “Oh, come on. You don’t look like the type who usually gets scared. You look like the one who does the scaring.”
    He threw back his head and laughed to the ceiling. She smiled in spite of herself. Watching his lips curl, the dimple at the left side of his mouth and the dark sparkle in his eyes as he focused his attention on her mouth, warmed her whole body.
    “True,” he said in a soft rumble she could feel deep in her chest. “Very perceptive.”
    Anne’s heart did flip-flops. He was so gorgeous to look at when he smiled. But her need for blood was rising. Now she wished she had fed beforehand so she could concentrate. She