Page 35 of Saving Her Vampire
“Yes, but I'll be fine as long as you are beside me.”
“Count on it, baby,” he assures me.
“You smell good too,” I say, taking a deep breath.
“I want to drown in you,” he says.
“That’s so nice,” I sing, pleasure spreads through me.
“I don’t have nice thoughts. They're dirty and last forever.”
“Those are the best kind.”
“Fuck, baby. I want you to keep surprising me, alright?” he says.
“I’ll do my best.”
We fall silent as the club comes into view. I’m grateful for the distraction of my mate, but as we get closer, the nerves take over. As we are parking, I watch Bishop walk to the door as if he owns the place. He has a short conversation with the bouncer before entering, not glancing at us.
“Do we have an invitation?” I ask.
“No,” he says.
He gives me a hand getting out of the car. I make sure I don’t flash anyone on the street as I do. He propels me towards the door, one hand tight on my hip. My feet scramble to keep up with my body.
The guard eyes us with suspicion; at least, that's what it seems like. He’s big but not as big as my mate. He scowls at Bash.
“Password,” he demands.
“I don’t need one.” Bash steps into his space. I watch in fascination as the guard's eyes widen and glass over. “You are going to let us in. We don’t need to tell you a password. After you let us in, you won’t let anyone else in the door. At the end of the night, you will quit this job, beg for forgiveness from any woman you have abused, and find a rewarding job for your soul. Have you abused the women here?”
“No, I don’t participate. I handle the door,” he says, his voice robotic.
“Good, you never will. You will eventually find a nice girl, treat her with respect, and work the rest of your life to make her happy. Tonight, you work for me. You don’t know my name or what I look like if someone asks. Do not look at my woman either; you never saw her. When you see my face when I speak to you, you will know me, but only then. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” he says.
“Good. Let us in,” Bash demands.
“Of course, sir,” he says, opening the door for us.
I look back at him and see him shake his head.
“That was so fucking amazing,” I exclaim. “Can I do that when I become a vampire?” I ask, practically bouncing on my toes.
Bash stops walking. “You have already decided?” His eyes are intense, burning into mine.
“Um.” I realize my mistake. I don’t want to rush the Bond or Bash.
“Welcome, my friends.” I tear my eyes away.
We are standing in a small entryway with a few chairs and a desk. There's a door in front of us painted black. The woman that spoke was rail-thin, dressed only in a bra and short skirt. Her heels are sky high, and she walks in them as if she wears them every day of her life.
“Hello,” I say when Bash doesn’t respond.
“Have you been here before?” she asks.
“No,” Bash clips.