Chapter 5 – I Hate You


I knew my response defied common sense and rationality. But my body appeared to have a mind of its own, because when his hands caressed my belly and neck, electricity had shot up and down my spine.

And I had absolutely wanted more.

What the hell was wrong with me?

He was a complete stranger! For all I knew, he could be a serial killer. I had already determined he was dangerous and planned never to see him again. But when he stood at my back with his arms wrapped around me in an impenetrable embrace, the connection I felt to him was unbreakable.

I hadn't been able to think.

I could only feel him.

And then the answer he wanted had so effortlessly slipped from my lips. Yes. Yes, indeed, I was going to let a perfect-stranger-possible-serial-killer get me off. For the first time ever. 

I had to be mad.

But I couldn't lie to myself and say I regretted it. I didn't. I wanted him to and he had rocked my world. But now...where the hell were we now?  He insisted he was a vampire of all things! Numbly, I wrapped the towel around my body and walked back through the doors to my suite. This was worse than I thought. He actually was insane.

But I couldn't deny the memory of his movement. It was as if he had disappeared and then reappeared right behind me. His speed was definitely more than human, but I wasn't sure if I could believe he was a vampire! That was too much.

I entered my bedroom with him close behind me. I turned, irritation bubbling over into my voice, "Can you give me some privacy to get dressed, please?"

"I've already seen you naked. I don't want you making any calls or activating a security alarm. I promise, it won't go well for anyone that interrupts us." His eyes glinted like steel, the lethal intent of his words unmistakable.

I shivered. Somehow, I knew his threat was very real. He sat at the edge of the bed, moving with unnatural grace for a man and waited.

As he had mentioned, he had already seen me naked, so I dropped the towel and rummaged through the drawers. I had never been particularly self-conscious about my body. I was not porn-star material, but I filled a C-cup amply and had curves in all of the right places.

I cringed as I perused my options. Unfortunately, I enjoyed small comforts like sexy undergarments. It wasn't like I had any opportunity to enjoy them with a man yet, but I liked to feel pretty under my clothes and I could afford the luxury, so didn't own any plain panties to throw on. I selected the least suggestive pair I could find, but had to admit, they were still pretty provocative. As I slipped into the white see-through lacy panties, he growled low. I snapped my head in his direction. The calculated gleam in his eyes caused shocking heat to surge through me again. Shit.

Stop reacting like that!

Being half naked around him was not helping me tamp down my mutinous arousal. I needed to get dressed, and hastily found a T-shirt and pair of shorts to put on. When I was finished, I turned to face him with my hands on my hips and hissed, "Now what?"

"Now we talk." He nodded toward the bed for me to sit down.

Oh hell no, I wasn't going to be joining him on the bed.

"I'll talk, but we're not doing it in here."  Before he could disagree, I spun and walked out the bedroom door into the grand living area. I couldn't hear if he was behind me or not, but didn't care as I plunked down onto one of the comfortable sofas. He was forcing this conversation on me. The least he could do was have it in the room of my choosing.

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