Free Dead Man Running: Book Two - Supernatural Bounty Hunter Romance Novellas by E A Price Page B

mockingly.  “So cocky… but you’re not wrong.  Okay, you go over there and dazzle the cops…”
    “The portly cops,” she interrupted.
    He sighed.  “Yes, the portly cops, let’s just name them Wingus and Dingus.  You dazzle Wingus and Dingus with your womanly wiles, and I’ll pick Wingus’ pocket.”
    “And then what?  Even if we get the key, they’re still guarding the elevator.”
    “Let me worry about that, are you ready?”
    Alma nodded and started to go when Viktor grabbed her arms.  He pushed her back against the pillar and crushed his lips to hers in a satisfyingly lusty kiss.  As he pulled away, she moaned in satisfaction.
    He pushed a tendril of hair behind her ear and let his thumb trail down over her cheek.  She shivered at feeling the coolness of his touch against her hot flesh.
    “Just remember, my darling, don’t be too dazzling.  I would hate to have to rip those two humans to shreds; they may have families.”
    Still dazed from his kiss, Viktor pushed her out from behind the pillar with a firm pat on her behind.  She whipped around to scowl at him, only to find he’d already darted across the floor, and was nonchalantly reading a copy of the Daily Lunar.  Slippery vampire .
    Alma took a few moments to compose herself, before sauntering over to the cops; hips swinging.  They were both playing with their smart phones.
    “Excuse me?  I’m sorry to bother you…”
    Both cops looked up, on seeing Alma they straightened and sucked in her overhanging bellies. 
    “Not at all,” drawled the younger of the two, Dingus.  He gave her his most winning smile.  “How can we be of assistance?”
    Alma giggled flirtatiously.  If vampires could vomit, Viktor would .
    She tangled a lock of hair around her finger and unconsciously pushed her breasts toward them.  “I’m from out of town, and was wondering if you guys could give me any advice on the best places to visit?  I’ll bet you guys go out partying all the time.”
    The two cops actually straightened a little further, if that was possible .  Wingus started reciting some club names, most likely those where he’d been called to arrest people .
    Viktor blocked out their voices and ambled over to them, pretending to be engrossed in the newspaper.  He bumped into Wingus, causing the cop to step forward.  Viktor smoothly and swiftly lifted the key card.
    Wingus turned to him, his face beet red at being embarrassed in front of a pretty lady.  Viktor reflected his expression wasn’t nearly as warm as the one he gave Alma.  Ah, to be a leggy, Latina woman.
    “Watch where you’re going , dumbass!” spat Wingus.
    Viktor shrugged.  “Sorry, I was just watching that guy over there.”  He nodded in the direction of a man sa t tapping at a laptop, he was sitting next to an elderly, overweight woman.  “I thought he was trying to bite that woman’s neck, for a second I thought he was a vampire.”
    Both cop’s eyes widened, and they speedily drew their weapons and sprinted toward the unsuspecting man.  Viktor grasped Alma and disappeared into the elevator, inserting the card and setting it going to the penthouse floor.
    “How did you know that would work?” she asked, breathlessly.
    “Since Julian was arrested, anti-vampire fever is at an all-time high.  All I had to do was shout vampire and the Keystone Cops went nuts.”
    The elevator drew to a stop, and the doors pinged open.  Viktor crept out, checking to see if anyone was around.  Alma followed behind; her heels noisily clattering on the marble floor.
    “Couldn’t you have worn flat shoes?  You're not exactly stealthy,” he murmured.
    “First of all, I don’t own any flat shoes.  Second of all, I’m human; we don’t skulk around like vampires.”
    He groaned inaudibly.  “Vampires don’t skulk; we’re just…”
    “Sly?  Sneaky?  Shifty?  Crafty?”
    “Did you swallow a thesaurus?  Now pipe down; I need to make sure no one’s here.”
    Alma