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his skin. “So you wanna do this tonight?” she purred, her eyes glowing electric blue.
    Max shook his head. “My mattress will be here tomorrow morning and I have a photo shoot in the afternoon. I’ll meet you at my place for dinner and afterward, we’ll break in the new mattress, okay?”
    She nodded her agreement. “My very own Prince and the Pea. How awesome is that?” She grinned.
    “Not very,” Max grimaced. “You have no idea what I look like after sleeping on a regular mattress. All black and blue like someone ran over me a few times with a car.”
    “Oh, I’m sure it’s not that bad,” she said, dropping her arms from around him and returning to the plate in the sink.
    “You have no idea,” he repeated. “I’ve been sleeping in your bed since I met you. I have no problems here. The moment I have to sleep on something else, you’ll see exactly what I mean.”
    Bliss finished washing the plate and stuck it in the drainer. “You know, you never did tell me the whole Pixie Prince legend thing,” she reminded him as she dried her hands again.
    Max leaned over and kissed her briefly on the lips. “Tomorrow night I promise to come clean about everything. I’ll tell you about Alexa, about what Marty said about Olivier, and about the Pixie Prince legend. After that, you can let me fuck that sweet little ass of yours on my new mattress, and we can get down to the biting and bonding stuff.”
    Bliss ignored his remark about fucking her in the ass. “What did Marty say about my brother?” she asked suspiciously.
    Max waved her off. “Tomorrow. I know they need you downstairs, and I’m gonna go take a shower and watch some TV.”
    One sleek, black brow arched up, and she pointed a finger at him. “I’ll let you off the hook for the moment, but tomorrow night, all bets are off. You’d better come clean about anything and everything before we bond, mister.”
    An expression of innocence settled on Max’s handsome features. He held up both hands in a gesture of surrender. “Yes, ma’am. All my secrets revealed.”
    “That’s more like it,” she said. “I’ll make sure I bring the fur-lined handcuffs.”
    “Oooh. Promise?” he asked with a grin of delight.
    “You betcha!” She winked at him and went down the stairs to the club.
    Max stared after her for a moment, wondering how the hell he had gotten so lucky. Not only was his best friend the coolest vampiress ever, so was his mate. As he turned toward the bathroom, he cursed himself for not asking Alexa if the biting thing hurt…

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Eight
     
    Rushing home from his photo shoot, Max wondered if Alexa had everything ready. Usually, if he put her in charge of something, it was always done to perfection. However, he and Bliss would bond tonight and he needed it to be special so he worried. He unlocked his door and strode into his penthouse apartment to find that Alexa had outdone herself.
    The place sparkled. The table in the dining area gleamed with white linen and expensive china and cutlery. A bottle of the best champagne chilled in a bucket on the table beside two crystal flutes. Elegant candles stood in the center waiting to be lit.
    In the kitchen, Alexa had left him a note with instructions about dinner, which currently resided in the warming oven. In the bathroom, a note taped to the mirror reminded him to pick up his wet towels and not leave the room a mess.
    But in the bedroom, Alexa had outdone herself.
    The huge bed was draped in gold satin and brocade. Max didn’t recognize the linens so he figured Alexa must have bought them. One side of the bed was turned back invitingly, showing the golden silk sheets beneath. Scattered all over those sheets were red rose petals whose sensuous fragrance filled the room. Max touched the sheets, feeling his hand sink into the space foam mattress. A sigh of relief escaped him. The mattress had arrived.
    He looked around, noting that Alexa had placed candles