Free Let Him In (Let Him Trilogy) by Sharon Davis Page B

favorite scent and flavor of blood. What would it be like to feast upon the one-woman buffet? She couldn’t get the appetizing thought out of her mind. 
    Licking her lips, Alexis turned to the man seated next to her whose bite removed almost half of the Double Whopper clutched between his stubby fingers. “Sorry,” he said after swallowing the large chunk of beef, cheese, lettuce, tomato and bread.  “Starvin’ here.”
    “Bon appétit, ma chère. It’s like a pinch of salt and pepper to my V-8.”
    Carl scowled at her as he chewed through another monstrous bite of food. “You like a vegan or something?”
    “Oh, I like them all,” she responded with a wicked giggle. “My brother would argue but I have found it’s true that you are what you eat.”
    The man offered her a wolfish grin. “Then I guess that makes me a pussy,” he grunted, crumbling the burger wrapper into a ball that he tossed onto the floor. He licked a spot of mayonnaise from the corner of his thin-lipped mouth as he leaned in close. “And I’m ready for dessert.”
    Alexis wagged one long finger at him as she resisted the urge to claw out his beady shit-brown eyes. “Not until I get to know you a little better—call me old fashioned.”
    “An old-fashioned prostitute?” He chuckled. “That’s a first.”
    “Escort, Carl. Escort. And unless you wish for me to escort you off my property, you’ll play along. Did I mention that each answered question deducts one hundred dollars off my entertainment fee?”
    Carl flung an arm over the back of the passenger seat. “Then by all means, honey, ask away. Five hundred bucks is pretty steep for a night of—ahem— entertainment .”
    “And as I told you, sugar, my oral skills are unsurpassed. I really could suck a golf ball through a garden hose.”
    “Keep talking like that and you won’t have a chance to prove it,” he grunted as he unzipped his coveralls. After freeing his stiff, slightly crooked penis, he started stroking it. “I’m hornier than a four-nutted Tom cat.”
    Alexis fought to keep the smile on her face as her stomach lurched forward. Greasy take-out again. It simply wasn’t fair. She hungered to sink her teeth into a mouth-watering beefcake studmuffin like her big brother—now that would be a meal she could truly savor.
    Clearing her parched throat, she asked, “Is the little wifey not keeping up with her end of the bargain?”
    “Bachelor for life right here, honey.”
    “Children?”
    “Not that I’m aware of.”
    “You close to your family?”
    “No.”
    “Why not?”
    “No siblings. Never knew my dad. Mom’s doing her own thing in Florida.” He gave her a sly grin. “One more question and I get you for free, honey.”
    Alexis slithered out of the driver’s seat and onto his lap, straddling him. She removed his baseball cap with one hand, grabbed a handful of his dirt-brown hair with the other and then jerked his head to the left. “Sorry, Carl,” she moaned against his throat as her canine teeth became a pair of razor-sharp, half-inch fangs, “everything has a price.”
    The man was in shock from severe blood loss before he could even begin to register what was happening to him.
    And then, he was dead.
    Licking the blood off her lips, Alexis retrieved the  Polaroid camera she’d had since she was a teenager from the glove compartment. “Say cheese, Carl.” 
    The man’s blank gaze remained fixed on the passenger side window. 
    “I understand,” she said, sighing as she readjusted his head until his lifeless eyes met hers. “You’re speechless. I tried to tell you that my oral skills were to die for, but you didn’t believe me.”
    Alexis pressed the shutter button. The camera clicked, made a whirring sound.  She plucked the snapshot from the camera’s hard plastic mouth, watched in fascination as the white-framed square of black changed into the face of the man she straddled. 
    “But you’re a believer now,” she said, grinning.