With a little moan, she stretched. Her eyes opened.
"Good morning, lass."
She gasped and pulled the covers up to her chin. She quickly looked around the room, then focused on him. "What are you doing here?"
"We need to talk."
"Now?" She squinted at her door, still closed and locked. "How did you get in here?"
"I teleported in. Yer door wasna damaged."
"That's not the point. You invaded my privacy."
He shrugged one shoulder. "Do ye no' look at me when I'm in my death-sleep?"
"That's my job."
"And investigation is my job. I have a few questions regarding yer employment application. First off, I noticed ye dinna give yer complete first name."
She gave him an annoyed look. "I have to go to the bathroom. And you need to do your vanishing act." She slipped out of bed and waved a hand at him. "Hocus pocus, disappear."
He stepped back as she strode to the bathroom, and he couldn't help but notice how her breasts jiggled slightly beneath her red T-shirt. No bra. With his superior vision, he could detect the exact location and shape of her nipples. When she passed him, he turned to watch her from behind. Her pajama bottoms were red with little black and white penguins. They fit snugly around her hips and rounded bottom. When she paused at the bathroom door, he quickly lifted his gaze so she wouldn't catch him ogling her.
She glared at him. "Why are you still here?"
"We havena talked yet."
With a groan, she entered the bathroom, then shut the door in his face. He paced about the room. He didn't want to question her through the door. He needed to see her face to help him decide if she was being truthful. He glanced at the clock. He didn't have much time before the sun reached the horizon.
He raised his voice so she could hear him. "I wanted to thank you for the wee practice session. I felt more comfortable talking to my dates."
No answer.
He moved close to the door and heard the water being turned on. "The ladies were verra pleasant to talk to. I enjoyed their company, but…it just wasna right. There was something missing, some…je ne sais quoi."
"Chemistry," she said, then muttered a curse. "Idiot. Don't talk to him," she whispered to herself.
He grinned. "After my dates, I came back here to go through the phone messages. I found three recordings where the ladies actually admitted to being Vamps. So I called them back and arranged to meet them tonight."
No answer.
There was a brushing sound, followed by some spitting. He figured she was brushing her teeth. "Ye'll be happy to know that I phoned all the mortals who called during the day. I told them I was verra sorry, but I was already taken."
The door opened, and she gazed at him, her pretty green eyes wide with surprise. "You called all of them?"
"Aye. Some of them werena home, so I left a message."
"There were hundreds of them."
"I know. It took me several hours." He rubbed his whiskered chin. "I've been told recently that I'm a rude, arrogant snob, so I'm trying to mend my evil ways."
She snorted. "Too late." She walked past him to the dresser and removed some undies from a drawer.
Blue and lacy, he noted. "I left a new recording on the answering machine, so anyone who calls today will hear that I'm no longer available."
"Oh, that was a good idea."
"Aye." He felt a sudden pull as if a vacuum cleaner was sucking out his energy. The sun must be nearing the horizon. "I'd like to discuss yer employment application."
"I filled it out truthfully." She planted a hand on her hip. "And I'm insulted that you're questioning that."
"I'm no' saying ye lied." He yawned as he moved toward her.
She glanced at the clock. "You're just about out of time, huh? And I need to take my shower, so off you go."
He felt another tug from his death-sleep and grabbed a bedpost to steady himself.
"Aw, feeling a little sleepy, are you? Time to go beddie-bye?"
He steeled himself against the weakness. "I still have some time. Answer my questions, and I'll leave."
She opened the closet and tugged a polo shirt off a hanger. "The way I see it, I only have to avoid you for about two more minutes." She grabbed a pair of pants and turned toward the bathroom.
He zoomed forward and caught her in his arms. She gasped.
He inclined his head closer to hers. "Can ye avoid me now?"
She clasped her clothes to her chest with one hand and pushed at him with the other. "I'm not talking to you."
He noted with great satisfaction that her push had been weak. She didn't object as much as she pretended to. And her body was warm and soft. He splayed his hands across her back and pulled her closer. "We could find other ways to pass the time."
Her eyes flashed with anger. "You—you're a liar!" She shoved harder, and he released her.
"I havena lied to you, lass."
"You said you only wanted Vamp women." She stepped back and hugged her clothes to her chest. "Why should I tell you anything if you're not trustworthy?"
He couldn't believe it. She was turning the tables on him. "It's you I doona completely trust."
"You're the one trying to break the rule of noninvolvement."
"Bloody hell, I'm a man! Do ye expect me no' to notice how beautiful ye are?" He swayed on his feet.
She reached out a hand to steady him, then pulled her arm back before making contact. "Don't you dare fall dead in my bedroom. How could I explain that?"
"No one will know I was here. Trust me."
She gave him a sad look. "How could I ever trust a vampire?"
"I'm still a man," he whispered. "And I would never hurt you." With his last ounce of energy, he teleported to the fifth floor, pulled off his jumper, and collapsed on the bed. He'd get his answers tonight.
As death-sleep washed over him, he wished he could dream of lovely girls with golden hair and eyes as green as a Highland meadow in springtime.
I deserve to be happy.
I will accomplish my goals.
Toni began her morning affirmations in the shower. As she soaped up her arms, she recalled how Ian had grabbed her and pulled her close. She'd been too stunned to fight him off. Yeah, keep telling yourself that.
I will achieve something meaningful with my life.
I am worthy to be loved.
Dammit, she'd liked being in his arms. She was out of her mind. She wouldn't think about him anymore. She rinsed off and started her affirmations again.
I deserve to be happy.
Do ye expect me no' to notice how beautiful ye are?
Good grief, now his words were repeating in her head. But what nice words. And what had he told her earlier? Any man would be blessed and honored to receive yer love. With a sigh, she turned the water off. She'd waited all her life to hear someone tell her the right words. What rotten luck that it was coming from a vampire.
She dressed, popped in her contacts, and pulled her damp hair back into a ponytail. She'd dry it later. For now, she needed to make her rounds and call in her first report. She went to the basement to make sure the little Vamps were all snug in their little Vamp beds. Dougal and Phineas were fine. Time for the long trek upstairs. Of all the floors, Ian had to pick the top one. At least the five flights were good cardio.
She found him on the king-sized bed, stretched out in his kilt, white T-shirt, socks, and shoes. His sweater was on the floor. She picked it up, folded it, and placed it beside him on the bed. His face was peaceful, but rugged with black stubble shading his jaw. She fought an urge to stroke a fingertip down his cheek and poke the dimple in his chin.