Free Vampires! A Bundle of Bloodsuckers by Lynda Hilburn Page B

women. One from your past, one you met very recently and one you don’t know yet. They all expressed an intense desire to be your chosen one .”
    Devereux sprang upright. “What chosen one ?” he asked, his gaze tracking back and forth between the two immortals. “There is no such thing.”
    They both hooted with laughter. “Of course. But the females don’t know that. It will be so entertaining!”
    Devereux stared at them and frowned. “You are joking, right? You would not do something so ridiculous...”
    “Yes, we would,” Laurence said. “And you should be grateful. How long since you’ve spent time with a woman?” He held up another photo, this one of a model dressed like vintage Vampirella.
    Ignoring the picture, Devereux opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, struggling for the right words, then gave a dismissive gesture with his hand. “I have constant female company. In fact, I have too many women around me. I would love to take a break from them.”
    As if on cue, two identical human women stepped away from the large group of females surrounding the booth, approached the table and stared at Devereux. He scanned the new arrivals.
    Appearing barely old enough to be legal in the club, the pair stood swaying in their high heels, a little worse for alcohol. Their long dark hair was streaked with shades of bright red which matched their lip color and the hue of their pointed fingernails. Each wore a short skirt, Twilight T-shirt, and multi-color thigh-high socks.
    “Twins, Devereux,” Laurence said, pointing at the women and leering. “This is your lucky day.”
    “Quiet,” Devereux grumbled before refocusing his attention on his audience. “Good evening, ladies,” he said, morphing back into his role of club owner. “Is there something you need?”
    “Oh, you shouldn’t have said that,” Elliott stage-whispered.
    Devereux gave him a quick glare.
    The two women’s lips moved, but no sound emerged. Eyes still locked on Devereux, both took a step forward and reached out a hand. As if they were moving in slow-motion, they each stroked a finger down the front of his sky-blue silk shirt, then combed their fingers through his hair, lifting the strands and watching them fall.
    They stood, transfixed, mouths hanging open.
    Muttering under his breath, he grasped their wrists gently and lifted their hands from his head. Staring into their eyes, he said, “It was nice to meet you, ladies, but it is very late and time for you to leave. Go now.” He lightened his tone. “And please. Drive carefully.”
    With blank expressions, they turned and stumbled away from the booth.
    The moment the twins were gone, four new women hustled forward and arranged themselves in front of the trio. One, a bald woman with tattoos of naked men on her scalp stepped closer, and opened her mouth to speak.
    “No,” Devereux said, pointing his finger at her. He stared hard at each of them.
    Eyes suddenly vacant, they spun and retreated, the hairless woman scratching her head in confusion.
    Devereux slumped in his seat, frowning. “As I was saying, I suffer no shortage of females. That is why I rarely spend time in the main part of the club.”
    “Wow. Impressive. Even without trying, you’re the ultimate babe magnet.” Elliott stroked a hand down the arm of Devereux’s dark blue designer jacket. “It’s got to be the leather. Not just anyone can pull off the ‘elegant biker’ look.”
    “Yeah,” Laurence agreed. “I never did understand why someone as stuck in the past as you are would choose leather clothing. Seems an old Druid robe would be more to your taste.”
    “Very funny,” Devereux said. “As I have mentioned previously, I come by my love of leather naturally. A branch of my biological family made garments from the skins of animals. I learned the craft and became quite good at it.”
    “Yeah?” Elliott tugged at the leather fabric. “Why don’t I remember that story?”
    Devereux shrugged. “I