Free Vampire Dreams Revamped (A Sons of Navarus Prequel) by Gabrielle Bisset

jet black hair, he was striking with his
regal nose and dark blue eyes. There was something almost hypnotic
in his voice as he began to speak to Brandon in a tone that seemed
to indicate his superiority but also his care.
    She looked at Brandon, so dark and
impressive himself, as he stood to speak to the man. How wonderful
things had become between them in the short time she’d lived in his
home. He’d obviously been planning this night for days, and she
silently chided herself for ever being jealous. And as she watched
him now as he looked over at her, she hoped he cared for her as she
did him.
    But her dreams made her hope for something
much more than the proper love of a well-off English gentleman.
    Something passionate.
    Something that possessed her body and soul
and made her unlike who she was when awake.
    She sat waiting as they spoke in low tones
about things obviously not meant for her to hear and closed her
eyes to remember the lustful images that filled her dreams. His
hands, so gentle yet commanding, as they cupped her breasts and his
fingers pinched a nipple to an excited peak. His mouth pressed
against the wetness between her legs with his tongue seductively
lapping against her most sensitive spot and sending exquisite
sensations throughout her body. His hardness...
    Arden’s eyes snapped open as she tried to
make herself focus on her present surroundings instead of her
wanton desires. Wiping the tiny beads of sweat that had formed
across the tops of her breasts, she forced herself to examine
Vasilije’s well-appointed sitting room, with its imported
tapestries and expensive furniture. It was no use. Repeatedly, her
mind returned to all the things she wished Brandon to do to
her.
    As she sat trying to think of the mundane, a
doubt crept into her mind. She was still just a maid, no matter how
many red dresses she wore. What would someone like Brandon Ridley
want with a mere maid when he could have a lady of worth equal to
his station? Torturing herself with self-doubt, she looked over at
him wishing he’d never brought her to this place. She had no
business pretending to be something she wasn’t. She was a homeless
girl he’d taken pity on, no more.
    A small frown formed on her face as a sense
of shame began to cover her. God, she wished he’d return so they
could leave! She belonged back at his home in her dowdy maid’s
uniform, not sitting in a red dress on display for his friend!
    “Arden, what’s wrong?”
    She looked up to see him standing over her
with a look of concern on his face. She put a fake smile on and
shook her head.
    “Nothing.”
    Brandon crouched down in front of her and
steadied himself with his hand on her knee. Looking up into her
eyes, he looked like she’d hurt him.
    “Tell me what’s wrong.”
    Arden hung her head and quietly said, “I
don’t belong here. I’m merely a homeless girl you took pity on with
a job as your maid. Your friend probably wonders why you’ve brought
someone like me to his beautiful house.”
    Lifting her chin with his fingertip, he met
her tear-filled gaze. “I assure you I never took pity on you, Arden
Stephens. From the moment I first looked down into those beautiful
brown eyes, I’ve been enchanted. I offered you the job as my maid
so I could have you near me. And Vasilije can see as clearly as I
how lovely you are. It is I who doesn’t deserve you, not the other
way around.”
    Arden couldn’t stop a smile from forming.
Looking down at the face of this amazing man who was saying such
wonderful things, she wished they were at home in his study, just
the two of them.
    “Just give me a few more minutes with
Vasilije and I promise we’ll leave soon.”
    Brandon took her hands in his and brought
them to his lips. “I love you, Arden.”
    As he walked away to rejoin his friend, she
replayed his words over and over. I love you . Thrilled by
his admission, her self-doubts faded from her mind and she returned
to thinking of her fantasies. Would