Free The Vampire (THE VAMPIRE Book 1) by Sandrine Genier

these to Jason, nimbly taking several steps back as soon as he released the keys to Jason.
    “Do you have any questions?” he asked of Jason.
    If he did, he couldn’t form the words to ask them so he only shook his head. He was still trying to process all he’d seen so far on the whirlwind tour, as if it had all needed to be shown to him in a rush.
    “I will meet you in the library on Thursday for a formal meeting, and every Thursday thereafter, at 11 a.m., unless I state otherwise. If you have any concerns before then, or even afterward, contact Genier.”
    Jason could only mumble “Okay, yes, thank you,” and nodded. Then Augere opened the black door behind him, presumably the door to his own quarters, and disappeared inside, quickly closing the door behind him.
    He had been brusquely, but not rudely greeted. Very business-like actually. Which strangely helped put him a little more at ease. “Thursday? But—today is only Monday. What do I do until then?”
    Jason gazed around the foyer for a closer look for a few moments, taking it all in more slowly, now that he was alone. He walked to the black door across the foyer. He wondered if it was locked, then looked at the keys in his hand, and decided to try the handle. It opened. He brought each of his bags to this door and then moved them all inside his quarters.
    Once inside the door he stood in a hallway that had the same gleaming dark wood as the foyer, a hallway that stretched about twelve feet. A large room lay ahead of him, and to his immediate right two doors opened onto a huge walk in closet with ample shelves.
    “Oh, this is good. I have a decent sized closet at least.” He moved further into the room and stood staring in amazement. He hardly knew where to focus his attention first: at the sheer size of the room, at the large fireplace, or the bay window area looking out onto Beacon Street. He walked around enjoying the hollow sound as his footsteps echoed across the dark wooden floor. The sound of plentiful, even cavernous space, filled his ears. And all to himself? Was it possible?
    He spotted another doorway to the right of the bay window, which on closer look he was surprised to realize led out to the street. His own private entrance to the house, the door he had seen outside to the far right of the building. He was quite impressed so far. That probably meant the door at the other end of the building would be the private entrance for Augere, with a common main entrance for both at the center of the building. He had seen what must be a common mailbox at that door but now discovered he had his own private one as well.
    Mentally, he was already starting to make plans for the sizable room. He could ask to partition a part of this off, and make a decent sized bedroom and then he would still have a good sized living room too. Another long hallway led off the opposite end of the living room. He found several closed doors along that hall. It brought instant anxiety as he wondered if maybe he was meant to share this space with others. But with whom?
    He went to investigate, guessing one of the rooms might be a bathroom; he had not seen one yet on the quick tour. It would be luxury not to have to share one, but he dared not hope for that. He opened a door on the left and found to his delight it was in fact a rather large and elegant bathroom. One wall was dominated by a marble stone shower, golden toned with a clear door, a shower which, he realized, laughing, could easily have accommodated several people at once. Shelves were built into the stone wall; gleaming gold towel bars and faucets; lots of counter space and shelving. The room had a distinctly masculine look. It was, to him, a totally luxurious space. He opened a door in the hallway next to the bathroom and found a large linen closet with more shelf space than he could ever anticipate needing. And there were still two more closed doors. He stood for a few moments, puzzled. He opened the door across from