Free Paranormal Romance: Chosen By Two Vampires (New Adult Threesome Vampire Romance Short Stories MFM Menage MMF Alpha) by A.J. Lewis Page B

limply, as if she were being made to touch a dead fish.  His hands were so white they even put Ana's to shame, making her look tawny by comparison.   Ana was probably impressed by this, she reflected.  
    Razvan inhaled from his cigarette again and held it in front of him, peering down the length of his nose at it, as if it were an interesting specimen.
    “You have brought the weather,” he observed raising his eyes to the sun, suspiciously, like a man scared of skin cancer.  “Glorious,” he said extending the word, languidly. 
    “It's beautiful,” agreed Jenny.
    “We don't often have days like this,” he said, “in England.”  He spoke as if England were something small that continually failed to meet his expectations.  “Even in the summer.”
    Just when Jenny began to wonder how long this doorstop conversation could possibly go on for, Razvan gently extinguished the cigarette on the window sill.  He then produced a clear plastic pouch and popped the remains of the cigarette inside, before concealing it and his lighter about his person and making loose-wristed flapping motions to disperse the smoke.
    “No smoking,” he said.  “No smoking everywhere in England.  But we must all enjoy our little pleasures, mustn't we not?”  He said smiling at Jenny, showing a sharp set of teeth.  Jenny made a forced smile as if to agree with him. 
    He grinned at Ana.  “Our little secret.  Don't tell Bruce.”
    Ana scowled back, which appeared to delight him.
    “Bruce is my partner,” he declared. “Anyway, you should come in,” said Razvan and pulled down the window.
    “I can't believe it,” muttered Ana.  “It's a dosshouse for illegal immigrants.”
    “Don't be rude,” said Jenny.  “You don't know anything about him.”
    It was then that Jenny realized the door was actually slightly open.  She pushed at it and walked into the hallway and Ana followed.

Chapter Four
     
    The hall as large and there was an impressively balustraded staircase leading up the first floor.  Beneath the staircase was a small plinth which Razvan stood behind and opened a huge reservations book, like a preacher flicking through a bible.
    “We are very old school here,” he said.  “Mrs Cooper?” he asked.
    “Jenny,” she said, “and Ana.”
    “Jenny Cooper,” said Razvan.  “You are staying for five nights.”
    “Correct.”
    “Perfect,” said Razvan. “I shall call Bruce” and he did just that, turning his head into room and exaggerating the r and s sounds.  “He will come,” he said and collect you luggage.  “He is a strong man,” he said, by way of explanation.
    He looked at them and smiled.  “You are on the top floor.  In the roof.  It's fantastic up there. Room at the front for you,” he said to Jenny, handing her the key, with en suite bathroom.  “And room at the back, for you,” he said to Ana, giving her another key.  “Ana, I'm afraid you will have to use the bathroom on the landing, but there is no one else up there to disturb you.”  He grinned showing his sharp teeth. 
    “Thanks,” said Ana.
    Razvan looked at them again.  “I'll go look for Bruce,” he said and disappeared through a side-door.
    “Creepy,” said Ana.
    They took their keys and climbed up three flights of stairs to the top floor.  The stairs opened up to a small landing beneath the pitched roof. 
    Jenny opened her door and walked into a spacious bedroom but with a slanting roof.  The large bed was against the interior wall and looked out towards a skylight.  Jenny opened the skylight and looked out into the sunshine.  She overlooked the hill down to the river and harbor.  She could see the sea over to the left and fishing boats bobbing on the waves.  Across the river the town rose again in a cluster of houses to the green hill top with the graveyard and the craggy ruins of the Abbey. 
    It was quite a view, Jenny thought. 
    She poked her head into Ana's room.  Her daughter was sitting on