Free Vampire Assassin League Bundle Five - Loneliness by Jackie Ivie Page B

standing at the side of the canopied bed. Rachel pushed the hair off her shoulder. Oh yeah . She remembered. Wystan had taken the braids out and finger-combed her hair. That had been erotic. A shiver whispered across her skin as she remembered. The man was amazingly gifted, packing some serious equipment, and majorly talented. It was almost a shame to relegate what had happened with him to the one-night stand file in her head. She really needed to get dressed, though. Find her taser. Join Munson.
    Get back to reality ...
    She held the blanket about her with one hand while the other lifted the mattress. Nope. Nothing. She lifted the bed frame next, bending at the waist to look beneath it. Her holstered taser was just in sight. She reached in and snagged it. The structure creaked. It did worse when she released it. The posts thumped when they hit the floor. Now. To find her attire. No . Probably not. He’d shredded the chemise. The corset was a wash. The skirts were crumpled somewhere, but how could she wear them topless? And she could only see one boot. Maybe he had clothing in some of the drawers. Or the wardrobe closet-things. She was starting to get annoyed. This was so not funny.
    Rachel took a step toward a dresser and arrived there on the next step. That had to been a good ten feet in distance. She blinked twice as she regarded the wax-coated candelabra sitting atop a five-drawer bureau. She moved that quickly?
    Wait a minute. She’d just lifted a bed. What was it made of? Polystyrene? Was it a fake like everything down at the renaissance faire? It sure looked authentic. The feeling of unease that she should have listened to earlier was back, sending a solid chill up her spine. It was stronger than ever and twice as cold.
    She put her holster on the dresser and started opening drawers. The top one contained socks and panties. Really sexy panties. In her size. Weird. She grabbed a pair of each. The second drawer held an array of bras, cups nestled together, packed in rows that resembled a color wheel. It looked like a lingerie display. Rachel sucked in on her bottom lip before lifting the nearest one. It was pink. It had beige lace all about it. She didn’t see anything except the size. 36DD.
    Hers.
    Okay.
    This was going beyond weird. It was getting downright bizarre. And slightly scary. Rachel donned the bra. Stepped into the panties. Shoved her feet into the socks, one after the other. The next drawer down had a selection of ankle-length pants. They were the kind that zipped up the back. They’d been sewn without a waistband, but had darts to shape them. And look. They were all in her size, too. She snagged out a dark pink pair.
    The bottom drawer held mock-neck turtleneck sweaters. Good thing. She needed the warmth to counteract the shakes. She grabbed the first one and shoved it over her head, tugging her hair out with a move that made it sizzle with static electricity. Great. The top she’d picked was in another shade of pink. She probably looked ridiculous. She was beyond caring. Everything fit perfectly. No. Better than that. It fit like everything had been sewed to her exact dimensions.
    The first armoire door she opened held shoes. Little ballet flats in patent leather black. They fit perfectly. And...what do you know, Rachel? There was also a little, quilted pink jacket with pink-shaded fur. And a matching hat.
    She shoved the jacket on. Then the hat. Secreted the stun-gun in a lining pocket just beneath her bosom. She really needed some air. Some light. Some reassurance. Some grounding for reality.
    Cripes!
    Munson had every light lit in the outer room. Every single one. Rachel shaded her eyes when she stepped out. She’d been right. The smell of food was nauseating. Munson looked over and then started laughing. She almost choked on her bite. It wasn’t funny.
    “Wow, Berne! That is beyond cute. You look like something out of a 60’s ski-bunny movie. All you need is a pair of skis and a guy in tight