9

Fuck!

Just as my panic really started to climb, there was a soft, electronic chime and the elevator doors peeled open. My heart slammed in my chest as they revealed the man within.

Tall, pale, dangerous, with thick wavy black hair and disarming eyes the color of molten amber. He took my breath away in that this-guy-is-bad-news-guard-your-virtue kind of way. I couldn’t tear my gaze from him, needing to inspect him and make sure he was real.

Full lips? Check.

Penetrating stare? Check.

Chiseled jawline? Check.

Vampire, able to kill me with the flick of his wrist? Check.

He stepped out, making no move to walk around me, just crowding my personal space until I was forced to step back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was smooth and skin-tingling, like he was whispering dirty nothings into my ear when all he’d done was ask a question. I blamed the British accent.

“Better question, asshole, is who the hell are you?”