Free The Vampire's Submissive by Violet Gray Page B

didn’t catch him, but they will. I gave a good description.
Katy?”
    “Yes?”
    Damn but her
blue eyes were the most beautiful he’d ever seen. “Do you have a roommate?”
    She shook her
head. “No, I live in my Aunt Agatha’s house over on Cherry. When she died a
couple of years ago, she left the house to me. That’s when I moved here.”
    He nodded. “I
ask, because I don’t think you should be alone right now. You’re safe, of course,
but I’d feel better knowing you weren’t alone. Is there someone you could
call?”
    “Oh, I don’t
want to bother anyone, and I don’t have family here. Or anywhere for that
matter.” She wrapped her arms around herself protectively.
    “The way I see
it, you’ve got two options.” He held up a finger. “One. Stay at my place for a
few days.” He held up two fingers. “Two. Let me stay at your house. Just so
you’re not alone while you’re recovering.”
    She shook her
head. “Oh, but, Jackson, I don’t want to be any trouble…”
    Typical
Southern response. Tucking his hands in his front pockets, he shifted his
weight onto one leg and gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “It’s
settled then. We’ll go by your place so you can pick up some of your things,
then you’ll stay with me. A week minimum.”
    She smiled
ever so slightly and nodded her head before letting it flop back on the pillow,
exhausted. “Thank you, Jackson.”
    Anything
for you , he wanted to say, but he didn’t dare. Now, here’s hoping he could
keep his hands—and his teeth—to himself.

Chapter Two
     
    At her house,
he watched her fill a suitcase with clothes. He flinched when he saw the
virginal white cotton nightie she tucked in next to her underthings. Was she a
virgin? He’d never asked her age, but she looked to be in her mid-twenties. She
piled some books in with the clothes and toiletries. Zipping it up, she went to
lift it off the bed.
    “Oh, no, you
don’t. I’ve got it.” He lifted it easily. “Anything else?”
    “Just my
laptop.” She reached for the small bag.
    “Ready then?”
    She nodded and
he placed a hand at the small of her back. Once in his car, she rested her head
against the seat. “I should call Bebe and ask her if I can have tomorrow off.
I…I don’t think I’m ready to face the world just yet. Is that bad?”
    “No, Katy. You
know your limits, and I’m sure Bebe will be more than understanding.”
    “You’re
right.” She reached inside her purse and pulled out a phone. He listened as she
explained her situation to her boss. When she ended the call, she looked at him
and smiled. “It’s fine. She wants me to take two days. More if I need it.”
    “Good.” He
longed to reach out and wrap his arm around her shoulder, but he didn’t dare.
He couldn’t bear the thought of frightening her.
    They pulled up
to his house, a Civil War era white-washed beauty set on a hundred acres of
forested land. He lived on the edge of town. He liked it that way. People
didn’t tend to notice when he didn’t go out during the day.
    Inside, he
directed her to a guest room, conveniently located next to his, in case she
needed anything, he told her.
    “It’s lovely,
Jackson,” she told him, as she set her purse on the dresser.
    He laid her
suitcase on the bed so she could unpack. “Are you hungry?” Damn, he’d forgotten
to buy food.
    “A little. A
sandwich would be nice, but I’ll fix it myself.” She tucked a strand of golden
blonde hair behind her pretty little ear.
    He tried not
to think about the vein pulsing in her neck.
    “Nonsense. You
unpack and rest and I’ll bring it up in a bit.” After he’d run…literally…to the
store. Thank goodness the grocery stayed open late.
    Half an hour
later, he tapped on the open door.
    “Come in,” she
said.
    Those two
little words sent frissons of pleasure to his groin. God, he wanted her, wanted
to devour her plump lips, tease her pretty breasts, and fill her to bursting
with his cock. He