Free The Lady Is a Vamp by Lynsay Sands

Lord.
    “More?” Paul asked when she finished and turned back.
    Jeanne Louise shook her head and walked to the sink to quickly rinse the jar as if removing the last of the thick liquid would remove the memory of her drinking it from his mind. Watching her drink his blood would hardly paint her as an attractive female, she figured, and grimaced as she then set the jar in the sink. She then turned to peer at him.
    “Right.” Paul swung toward the door to the hall. “Upstairs.”
    She followed silently, not terribly surprised when he glanced over his shoulder to be sure she was following behind him.
    “We can watch a movie or something if you like while she sleeps,” he offered. “What kind of movies do you like?”
    “Action adventure, comedies, and horror,” Jeanne Louise answered easily and caught the smile on his face as he again turned forward.
    “Me too,” Paul admitted as he started up the stairs. “I have quite a collection of movies. We should be able to find something we both like in there.”
    “Sounds good,” she murmured as they stepped onto the landing and headed up the hall. He led her past two doors, slowing at the second to glance in on a sleeping Livy, then continued on to an open door at the end of the hall. Jeanne Louise followed him inside and nearly stepped on his heels when he suddenly paused.
    “Oh,” he muttered, looking suddenly uncomfortable.
    Jeanne Louise glanced around the room he’d led her to. It was twice the size of a normal bedroom, with a leather love seat, a wide stool, two end tables, and a 47-inch TV taking up one half of the room, while a king-sized sleigh bed and two end tables filled the other. It was the bed Paul was now staring at with something like dismay.
    “I’m sorry,” he muttered turning back to her. “I wasn’t thinking. I suppose we’ll have to watch a movie downstairs and—”
    “This is closer to Livy,” she said with a shrug and moved nonchalantly to the love seat as if she’d hardly noticed the bed. But it was impossible not to notice the bed. Dear God, it was huge, she thought, and glanced to him expectantly.
    “Right,” Paul muttered, his gaze sliding to the bed and then skittering away. Straightening his shoulders, he hurried to the cupboard holding the TV and knelt to open the double doors below it, revealing row after row of DVDs. Curious, Jeanne Louise got up again and moved to stand behind him and peer over the titles on display.
    “Well, let’s see, I have . . . pretty much everything,” he said wryly, and then glanced over his shoulder and up at her to explain, “I buy the new releases pretty regularly.”
    “I suppose you don’t get out much, what with Livy being sick,” Jeanne Louise said with sympathy.
    “No,” Paul admitted, turning back to the DVDs. “But I didn’t get out much before that either. Not since my wife . . .”
    “Is that Red ?” Jeanne Louise asked to change the subject when he fell silent.
    “Yeah.” He reached for the DVD.
    “I heard it was pretty good,” she said.
    “It is. I really liked it,” Paul said handing it to her to read the back. “Malkovich was amazing in it.”
    Jeanne Louise nodded and handed it back. “Would you mind seeing it again?”
    “No, of course not. I’ve seen pretty much everything I have,” he said closing the doors and straightening.
    Leaving him to get the DVD started, Jeanne Louise moved back to the love seat and settled on it, her gaze skittering to the other half of the seat. It wasn’t especially small, but it was a love seat, made to encourage closeness and cuddling. Well, she wanted to know about that final indicator, life-mate passion, Jeanne Louise reminded herself. The situation couldn’t be better for it. She suspected though that she’d be the one making the first move. Paul didn’t have a clue what they might be to each other, or what was in store. She did.
    This was definitely a reversal of roles for her. Jeanne Louise wasn’t usually the