Free Bleeding Love by Ashley Andrews Page B

psychic gifts against
him—again.
    “Xavier. I called
you not to discuss my daughter's love life but to talk about a proposal she
made.”
    The teenage, male
vampire smirked. “Vampire or not, isn't the guy supposed to propose to the
woman?”
    Adrienne's eyes
turned into a shade of brown that could almost be considered black.
    “Oh, the
twenty-first century! I love its equality.” Xavier grinned.
    “Real arrogant,
are you?” she said, not at all amused with how laid-back and lighthearted her
fiancé was being. “And I wasn't talking about a marriage proposal.”
    Xavier's lips
thinned and Adrienne thought he looked extremely sexy doing that. Hell,
whatever he did was sexy.
    “I came to talk
about the upcoming carnival and the dance our school's holding.”
    “ Our  school?”
    Adrienne sighed
exasperatedly. “You heard me right.” There was no holding back now. “I want the
Night Class to be part of our plans.”
    “Are there any
hidden agendas as to why you came up with that idea?” He was quirking his brows
suggestively, and again, he looked incredibly hot. “You know if that happens,
we're going to be spending large amounts of time together.”
    Bewildered. That
was the only way to describe Adrienne's expression when she put two and two
together. “You—you're the president of the Night Class?” Her gasp was openly
seen not only by Xavier but by her father as well.
    With her shocked
expression, Xavier knew that she hadn’t known, that she really wasn’t doing this
to spend more time with him. Damn. But it was interesting that he had been able
to render her speechless, embarrassing her again. He took a step forward,
closer to her, and another, and then one more until they stood so close
together only a single sheet of paper could fit in between them.
     In view of their
school's principal and Adrienne's dad, Xavier bent his head down very closely
to Adrienne's ear smoothly saying, “I'm president. You're president.”
    She looked
straight ahead of her, not daring to face him. Adrienne could even feel the
strands of his jet-black hair brushing against her skin, and it was making her
hot,  very  hot actually.
    “Don't you see?
We're perfect for each other.”
    And with that,
she stiffened. Her eyes losing their ability to see, she just felt. And let his
voice move through her.
    Triumphant at
being able to affect her, he grinned. But he had forgotten that they were not
alone.
    “Just don't cross
the line, Xavier,” said the principal, eyes turning crimson as he read the
vampire prince's thoughts. Carter shook his head. Even though his wisdom went
beyond the ages, he still couldn't understand Xavier's feelings when it came to
Adrienne. All the older Stahl knew was that Xavier loved his daughter despite
all the teasing and degradation he piled on her. He certainly showed love in
weird ways.
    “I've watched
over her for more than a hundred years—way before she started to age—and I’ve never
once stepped out of line, correct?”
    Carter Stahl
nodded,” You never did.”
    Adrienne may have
been in a little trance, but she still heard the serious conversation between
the two. She couldn't help but feel warm attraction for Xavier. She spent
hundreds of years living the life of a human child, and because of that, she
had no memory of her extensive past. Now she knew Xavier had been a part of
that past, watching over her. She heard the honesty in his voice when he said
he had watched her, and she believed him. She smiled at the revelation before
jutting her bottom lip out into a pout. No doubt the teasing and the
embarrassment were still going to continue.
* * * * *
    The dreadful day
came—the long-awaited meeting of the Day and the Night classes, and it was safe
to say that the introductions had been way too awkward. Adrienne's school mates
had been jumping with joy and enthusiasm, excited that they were going to
finally get to have deep, meaningful conversations with the Night Class.
Unfortunately