chapter Three
Alexis thought she was handling herself, keeping it cool, until Ethan wouldn't let go of her shoulder. His touch was firm, powerful, and effortless, reminding her that she was stuck in a puny woman's body. She hated that she had to spend her entire life at eye level with most people's nipples.
Alexis didn't like to feel powerless, and that's what Carrick's grip did to her.
Added to that was his annoying statement that he was going to marry her baby sister, and she lost it.Snapped. Did what instinct, anger, and years of Korean karate training had taught her.
With a yank, she pulled his arm forward,then used her elbow to drive into his chest. It was a satisfying way to lose his grip on her shoulder.Letting out a " Ki-Hap!" she whirled around and faced her opponent.
Okay, soopponent was an exaggeration, but it still felt good to see the surprise on his face.
"Look, Alexis " He raised his hand.
She went in with a knife-hand block that deflected his movement. Annoyance pinched his features. She struggled to make sure pain didn't show on hers. Dang, the man was hard.Solid. Making contact with his palm had been like blocking a slab of concrete.Which only increased her determination to show him he could not physically or metaphorically push her around.
Waving both his hands toward her face, he said, "I'm not trying to?"
Alexis got him with a double maneuver, right then left.
Ethan glared. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Sang Dan Mahk Kee .High block, front stance."She eased back just a little, but stayed in ready position.
"Oh, my God."Ethan rolled his eyes. "There's no reason to pull out your little martial arts techniques. I'm just trying to resolve this to our mutual satisfaction."
That would mean he would drop dead in front of her. He wasn't hitting the floor, so she went on the attack, giving him a spear hand to the arm just for fun. "I'm a Dan member, which is the Korean equivalent of a black belt. Don't mock me, Carrick."
"Stop hitting me. I'm not going to fight back, it's completely ungentlemanly. Besides " He smirked at her.Actually smirked. "I don't wish to wrinkle my shirt restraining you."
Pompous and British, that's how he sounded to her. "I am seriously a woman on the edge here. Just give me one more reason, one more asshole remark, and I'm going to pop you. And enjoy it."
Alexis bounced on her feet, wishing she weren't wearing a business suit. It was going to be a little tricky to get her foot into his chest, but she had outrage fueling her. Stepping out of her shoes, she kicked them aside, and was annoyed when she dropped another two inches.
Ethan just eyed her, took a deep breath, and unclenched his fists. "Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot here. There's no reason to be hostile. And I fail to see what's so objectionable about me. I'm sure Brittany could do worse."
Hello? "You just told me you're a vampire!Which means you're insane. I don't want my sister involved with a lunatic, because she'll think it's her job to save you, and I know, as sure as the sky is blue, that you can't change people.Once a nut, always a nut."
Alexis saw violent criminals every day in her job as an assistant prosecutor specializing in sexual crimes.Men who took advantage of their power and position and hurt women, children. She'd do anything to protect Brittany from the pain and suffering she had seen.
"I'm not a lunatic. In fact, I'd argue that I'mmore sane than you are. You've barged into a private business, insulted me, hit me, allto rescue a sister who doesn't want to be saved." Ethan Carrick took a step closer to her, got in her face, and smiled tightly, his eyes cold and triumphant. "She likes it here with me, wearing pretty dresses and strolling through the casino on my arm, a rich man's girlfriend, and she likes it in my bed.Just as you would."
The pleasure he was getting from rubbing the victory in her face was more than Alexis could handle. Hey, she could admit it? she was a control freak. She liked to win. She didn't like to have any man get the better of her, and she didn't like that Brittany had insisted she couldn't leave.
So she jabbed Ethan in the gut with her elbow and kicked his leg out from under him. He went down hard, with a surprised grunt and a loud thud when his back connected with the floor. It was a shame the carpet was so plush?ceramic tile would have really made an impressive smack.
It was probably wrong to feel as satisfied as she did, but she'd worry about that later. Like when she died. Right then she fought a battle not to laugh, and lost. But she only got one snort out, watching him wince, before she suddenly heard a whooshing sound, and felt the air move around her.
Confused, she saw darkness coming at her,then before she could blink, she was the one on her back on the floor, Ethan Car- rickon her chest, his knee wedged between her legs.
"Don'tdo that again," he said tightly.
Alexis sucked in a breath and turned her head to the side, disturbed by how close his face was to hers. How the hell had he pinned her? It had to be the business suit. She couldn't move in it.
"Do what?" she asked in irritation, lifting her shoulders a little to test how tightly he held her. She moved a whole eighth of an inch. Damn, whatever else he was, Ethan was in shape.
"Hit me. I've lost patience with you." Gripping the lapels of her jacket, he stroked the fabric with his thumbs, his breath on her cheek. "Go home, Alexis. Leave your sister to her choices. Perhaps if you got a life of your own, you wouldn't need to interfere in hers."
That was a direct hit. It touched on all Alexis's vulnerabilities, her fear that without Brittany she'd wind up alone, cynical and bitter. And she'd be damned if she'd let Ethan know that.
"Bite me," she said, shifting her leg just a little so she could position herself better.
Ethan's eyes darkened. "Now there's a thought."
Oh shit, she knew that look, recognized that sound. Felt the heat of his leg pressing into her skirt, watched his eyes drop down to her lips. Pervert. Men were all the same.
So were women apparently, because her body was doing the whole arousal thing.Faster breathing, tightening nipples, arching neck.Slow burn beginning deep between her thighs.
That seriously pissed her off. Betrayed byher own hormones.
"Would you like me to bite you? I bet you taste good, Alexis.Hot and passionate."
"Is that smoldering look supposed to be turning me on? Because it isn't working," she lied.
"Be honest here." Nostrils flaring, he leaned closer, running his finger over her lip. Alexis tried to ignore the very real jolt she felt, blaming it on long-term celibacy.
"You can sense there's something between us." His hands were roaming over her sides, brushing past her breasts.
What she sensed between them was a massive erection pressing into her groin.
Instead of ignoring it, like an obedient body would, her inner thighs responded with an enthusiastic greeting of warm wetness in her panties. That quick exhalation of air came fromher own lungs, too. Alexis was appalled that her bodywas actually liking what he Was doing, even as her mind rebelled.
He was going to kiss her. It was so obvious. His eyes were half-closed, his mouth a hairbreadth from hers, his thumb stroking over her nipple like he was sure of her positive reception.
Holy crap, she was letting him touch her chest. She was going to let him kiss her. She was going to like it.
That horrible thought sent her into action.
"I do feel something between us," she whimpered, impressed that she sounded so legit. Reese Witherspoon had nothing on her.
"What's that, love?"
"My knee."With a swift movement up, she nailed him in the nuts,then rolled out from under him as he jerked back in shock.
"Don't ever dothat again," she said, scrambling to her feet and yanking her skirt back into place. "If you do, I won't hold back like this time."
Because she was very much afraid if he tried to put that move on her a second time, she just might let him finish it.
Which meant insanity was catching, and she didn't have a prayer of saving Brittany from him.
"Hold back? That was holding back?" Ethan hunched over and fought a wave of nausea. While it was nearly impossible to injure his body, he still felt pain, and Alexis had delivered him a hell of a kick.Right where it counted. Good thing vampires didn't procreate?at least they weren't supposed to?because she had probably maimed him.
Good God, a woman hadn't gotten the best of him in over seven hundred years. He must be losing his touch. He had actual fallen for her capitulation. He'd thought she'd felt the same urgent and suffocating lust he had experienced when he'd foundhimself over her, in the perfect position to invade her body with his own.
It was humbling to realize how much he had come to rely on reading people's thoughts. That, with quick reflexes, always kept him in control. But Alexis had a mind like a bank vault, and the door was shut tight to him. Without sensing her thoughts and actions, he was as vulnerable as a mere mortal.
He hadn't known that kick was coming until it landed right on his testicles, and if he didn't want that to happen again, he was going to have to be much more alert.
The challenge of that had him strangely aroused.Excited.
Which was pathetic.Had his life become so staid and boring that a woman abusing his bollocks had him horny? Given the erection in his pants, it seemed so.
"That was just a little demonstration, Carrick. I could break your nose, knock out some teeth, pop you in the eye if you'd like."
Let her try. Feeling a grin split his face, he decided he'd been working too hard on his reelection, and had expended a lot of energy worrying about Brittany 's reaction to him.Or nonreaction . She treated him more like a friend than a potential lover, and she was just as perky and cheerful with Peter and Seamus as she was with him.That lie about Brittany enjoying his bed?while childish and boastful?had been to provoke Alexis.
Clearly it had worked.
And he was enjoying the challenge Alexis presented far too much for a man who was supposed to be responsible and focused on business.
"I'll pass on having my eye poked out, thanks, but how lovely of you to offer." Besides, his body would just heal the damage and he didn't think Alexis was ready to see vampire restoration.
"Lovely. That's me." Alexis gave a snort, undid her hair from it;s twist, and scraped it back into a new makeshift ponytail.
Ethan stood up. "You are rather lovely, Alexis, if one ignores the bad temper, foul mouth, and monstrous stubbornness."
She glared at him as he brushed off his pants.
There was a look in her eyes he didn't trust. "What? Are you going to hit me again?"
"I'm thinking about it."
He could hardly wait. "Let's just skip that, shall we? Look, I'm sorry that you are displeased with your sister, but I think that is for the two of you to discuss."
It was a good thing he was an experienced politician, well versed in persuasion. He'd been delivering the same rhetoric to Alexis for thirty minutes. Now if only she'd actually listen to him.
"So why vampires?" she asked."Why not werewolves or demons or druids? Shapeshiftersor wizards? Is it because vampires are supposed to be sexy?"
Yes, he based everything he did on the desire to be sexy. Good God.
Though she had a point, he supposed. He didn't imagine mor-phing into a chimp would be attractive to women. And Ethan did like attracting women.
"I guess I can see that, if you take out the whole sucking blood thing. The werewolf attraction I never got?I mean, they have fur and crawl on all fours." She bit her lip."Though my boyfriend in law school could pass for that on a bad night after drinking vodka. So what do you call your group?A family?A coven?"
"Conservatives."
She didn't seem to hear him. Retrieving her shoes, she said, "So who are you supposed to be? Angel? Lestat?Dracula?"
Those pansies?None of them had seen battle in the Crusades. None of them had fought through a wall of human flesh to defend God and country, women and children.
He was a bit insulted that she thought he was playacting, pretending to be a vampire. And he certainly would never pretend to be any of the men she had named.
"I'm not supposed to be anybody."
"You should go for Drac . After all, he had three wives and one true love what more could a guy ask for? As long as you leave my sister out of it, you can vamp to your heart's content." She glanced around the room, high heels dangling from her fingertips. "Do you have a coffin?"
"Maybe," he said cautiously, not sure which answer she would prefer. He had the bizarre, primitive urge to impress her. To force her to admit she found him attractive.
"Must be nice to have so much time and money that you can just goof around.It's like war games, isn't it?Or playing paint-ball."
She had reduced nine hundred years of living to being hit in the thigh with a blue paint pellet.
"Do you like blackjack?" he asked, a bit off-kilter and fumbling to regain some control.
The question stopped her bizarre tangent.
"Huh?Blackjack?"
"Yes." He kept a supply of chips behind the bar. He grabbed a Pile and held them out to her. "Why don't you go try your hand at the tables? I'll send Brittany to talk to you." win points by sending the sister, giving her exactly what she wanted yes, he was very clever.
Alexis narrowed her eyes in suspicion, but she took the chips from him. Their fingers touched, and Ethan felt a wave of human emotion that shocked the smile off his face. He couldn't read her thoughts, but he could feel her loneliness passing into him through her skin.
What was even more shocking to him was how easy it was to recognize. Because the low, trembling tenor of it matched his own.
Brittany discussed theWestminster dog show with Seamus Fox and wondered if she had the courage to drive a stake through his heart. She really doubted it.
But the problem was, she really liked Seamus, just like she was fond of Ethan, and she hated to think that their souls were bound to rot in hell. It seemed like she should either find a way to convert them or kill them, freeing them from an eternity of damnation.
"I bred terriers for years," Seamus was saying, sipping a glass of red wine.
She knew it was really blood, even though it was bottled up as a Merlot. When she'd asked for a glass, she'd been discouraged that it didn't match the meal, and had had a Chardonnay shoved into her hand.
"Oh, I love terriers. I had a Jack Russell, but he died of cancer two years ago. Brownie was a present from my sister, Alex, for my sixteenth birthday." Alex had always tried to compensate for their lack of parents, and she'd made Brittany 's birthdays special.
She hoped Alex wasn't mad at her, but she really couldn't go home. Aside from the fact that she still had dental appointments with some of the hotel and casino staff, she needed to figure out it there was some way to save the dozen people who were in Ethan's inner circle and who were all clearly vampires.
"Your appointment with me is tomorrow," Brittany reminded
Seamus. "I think it's really generous of Ethan to provide on-site dental services to his staff."
Seamus grimaced. "We can give my slot to someone else. I don't really need a cleaning."
"Afraid of the dentist?"
"No, of course not."He looked affronted, his dark eyebrows drawing together. "I'm just busy, and I think that I saw the dentist recently."
"When?In this century?" Brittany nudged his arm, and wished they would just admit to her that they were vampires, so they could discuss their salvation. But every time she had broached the subject with Ethan or Seamus that first week in the hotel, she had suddenly found herself confused and talking about something else. They were obviously controlling her thoughts?vampire trick?but in recent days she was sure she'd been successful in locking them out.
"No, probably not," he admitted with a grin.
Now that it had all come out in the reception room, Brittany didn't see why Seamus and Ethan didn't admit the truth?that they had probably both been alive when dentists and barbers were one and the same.
"How long?" she asked. "I mean, specifically."
The sudden urgent need to use the bathroom overcame her. Brittany shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
"Not long enough," Seamus said.
Obviously, she wasn't going to get a straight answer. She glanced around the room. There were ten or so of them dining in this private room tonight, though she was convinced she was the only one really eating. She suspected Seamus of sipping the wine and bisque and dumping the salmon in his napkin, since she hadn't actually seen a single bite go past his lips. Yet somehow it was disappearing from his plate.
"I wonder what's taking Ethan and Alex?" she asked. "I hope Alex isn't giving Kim a hard time. She can be very overprotective."
"I'm sure Ethan can handle the situation."
The pressure on her bladder overcame her good manners. "Will you excuse me for a minute, Seamus?"
"'Certainly."He stood up when she did, which always startledher a little.
Most guys in Vegas wouldn't know chivalry if it bit them in their gambling arm.
""How old are you?" Maybe his good manners were the result of being reared in Regency England or something.
"'Thirty-seven."Times ten.
Brittany heard the words as if they'd been spoken, but they hadn't. She was sure of it. Dropping her napkin to the table, shesaid., "Times ten?"
Seamus'seyes went wide. "Pardon me?"
"'Times ten.What do you mean?" She knew what he meant, she just wanted to hear him say it out loud?that he was somewhere in the neighborhood of three hundred and seventy years old.
Still standing, Seamus just stared at her. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Jiggling in place, Brittany decided she couldn't pursue it. She was going to wet her pants. Or cocktaul dress. Did she have a bladlder infection? Good grief, things felt urgent.
"Never mind.I'll be right back."
Walking as fast as she could with a cramped abdomen, she headed toward the hall. There was a powder room down three steps to the left. She'd been in there once before. It was very small, for use with the private dining rooms, and it had the feel of a glamorous forties dressing room.
As she rounded the corner, Brittany came to a startled stop. Reclining on the sofa was a couple, the man making like a throw rug on the woman.Lots of draping and clinging and soft murmurs. Embarrassed, Brittany hung back.
She should just leave, but the closest restroom was in the main dining room, a heck of a hike from where she was. And she really had to go, but Embrace on a Couch over there were a foot from the door she had to open. Maybe if she just sort of slid past them, they'd never even notice.
The man was petting the woman's hair, tilting her head up. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy and Brittany found herself staring way longer than was appropriate. It should have been tacky and base, getting it on splayed out in front of the ladies' room, but instead they looked sensual, even arousing to her. There was something artistic and worshipful about the way he touched his lover.
Until he swabbed her arm with an alcohol pad.
What the hell?
He murmured to the woman, running his lips over hers even as he inserted a syringe into a vein near her elbow, and slowly drew blood into a vial.
Oh, God, she was watching a serial killer. Brittany panicked, frozen against the wall. What should she do? If she screamed, he'd kill her, too. She hadn't brought her purse and there was no one hanging around. Maybe she should just run for help.
Slowly, slowly, she took a step back so she could flee without him noticing.
The man, who was dressed in a suit of all things, reached into his pocket, pulled on some latex gloves, set the vial into a lab tray, and started to dip little strips into it, like they used at the gynecologist to test her urine.
What the ?
Freaking out.She was freaking out. She wished Alex were with her. Alex would kick the guy, break his nose, haul the poor woman out, and demand attention from someone in about two seconds. Brittany was a wimp. She couldn't think, didn't know what to do.
The woman groaned, but her eyes still didn't open.
He shushed her with a soft little sound,then kissed her again, moving down her neck. Then he bit her.
Bit.Her.Oh, ick , she was watching a vampire feed. He was sucking the woman's flesh, drawing her body up toward him, and Brittany felt her legs start to give way.
Knowing they were bloodsucking demons was one thing intheory to see it was another. She made a sound of horror before she could stop herself.
His head snapped up. There was blood, a wet crimson stain, smeared on his pale lips.
Eew. Eew, eew , eew . Brittany felt her face go hot. "I I "
"Leave," he said, in a deep, rich voice, with an accent she didn't recognize. "You never saw me."
That whole vampire mind control thing again. It was starting to bug Brittany . Like she was just going to leave this poor victim bleeding on a hotel couch.
"No. Not until I see that she's okay."
"Pardon?"He looked flummoxed.
He was also French, or maybe French-Canadian, given the way he rolled off his "o" sound.
"Is she okay? Are you a good vampire or a bad one? I've never seen you with Ethan. Does he know you're here?"
Instead of answering her, he peeled off his gloves inside out, inserted the strips and the vial into the fingers of the latex, and tucked the whole neat package back into his pocket. He put his hand out toward her. "Leave."
"Stop that. I'm not leaving. I can help you." Sympathy overcame her fear. How awful it must be to face eternity, soulless and lusting for blood. It must be like fighting a drug or alcohol addiction.
He tilted his head, stared at her with brilliant green-gray eyes. "It's nothing like drug addiction. Now tell me who you are and why I can smell vampire all over you."
She smelled like vampire? That was kind of gross. She should shower again before she went to bed.
"Um I'm Brittany Baldizzi ."The confused and frightened. "Why did you test her blood?"
"I cannot talk to you." He shook his head, smoothing his hand over the woman's forehead. "You belong to Carrick."
"What do you mean?" she asked, inching toward the woman, afraid he was going to crush her skull. She wasn't sure how she could protect her, or even if the woman was still alive, but she had to do something.
But he leaned back over, murmured into the woman's ear, and disappeared. Suddenly, he was just gone, and Brittany let out a shriek.
"What?" The woman sat up and stared at her in confusion. "What's the matter?"
"I'm sorry I was just going to the restroom and I saw you and him " She was practically incoherent.
"Oh!" The woman flushed, but gave a sly smile. "Is that why he ran off? He's trying to be discreet. No matter. I'll hook up with him later."
"Did he, uh, hurt you?" Brittany asked, rubbing her sweaty palms on her dress.
"Hurts sogood ." The blonde ran a hand through her tousled hair, and tugged at the bodice of her dress. Leaning on the wall, she sighed with satisfaction. "That was a first for me. I've never come just from a man kissing me before."
"Oh!" Well.Um. Getting her blood drawn had never once made Brittany feel orgasmic. "Does he do that often to you?"Suck your blood and make you climax ?
"No. I've been flirting with him for weeks. I'm a waitress in the Shadow Lounge and he comes in most nights. Tonight I pretty much threw myself at him, and I'm so glad he caught me. Though it sucks he left. Things were just getting good."
"Sorry."
The busty blonde, her curves bursting out of a shiny metallic top, laughed. "No biggie. You just had to pee, right?Can't fault you for that."
Brittany looked at the woman."Right." Only she didn't have to go to the bathroom anymore. That urge was completely gone as if it had never existed.
Now she was strangely hungry instead.