Bonfire of the Vampires by Jennifer Colgan

Author:Jennifer Colgan [Colgan, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B005JUOLPQ
Published: 2012-06-12T20:28:12+00:00

Chapter Six

The room Marabel led Abby to could be described as a bedroom only because there was a bed in it, a large, sumptuous bed. The rest of the furnishings and decorations, however, told her the room was in no way designed for peaceful sleep.

The bed was round and covered in black satin sheets and animal print throes with a mountain of matching pillows. The ceiling above bore a hexagon of shiny tiles within which pinpoints of multicolored light raced around in mesmerizing patterns. Candles glowed everywhere and their warm, musky fragrance filled the heavy air. The walls were all the same dark paneling as the foyer below and a series of lighted niches held stunning examples of modern art: erotic sculptures, crystalline vases and art glass. In one, a set of jewel-handled daggers fanned out on a multi-tiered display rack. The blades gleamed in hues ranging from gold to obsidian.

Interesting choice, Abby thought as she absently circumnavigated the room. Of course, in a house of vampires, the daggers posed no threat to anyone--except the humans.

“There’s liquor in this cabinet,” Marabel said. She’d opened a dark lacquered sideboard revealing an impressive collection of bottles. “And in the closet are things for you to wear.”

“Thanks but I--”

Marabel swung open the doors of the closet next to the sideboard and rummaged while Abby watched, somewhat stunned by the array of lingerie revealed within.

The woman pulled out a white peignoir that bore a diamond shaped lace panel in the front, it’s points stretching from neckline to navel. The rest of the material was barely opaque.

“This would look great on you. Does Price have a preference? Claude insists on black, black, black. I get so bored.”

“He tells you what color to wear?”

Marabel nodded and bit her pouty lower lip. “Sometimes I wear red, just to tease him. He gets so ... rough with me.” She sighed dreamily like that was a good thing.

“I’ll just stick with what I have on for now.” Abby eyed the peignoir. It was nice, but she had no desire to wear it for Gideon.

Marabel appraised Abby’s black turtleneck and slacks and shook her head. “No, honey. You can’t go to dinner in that. You’ve got to be ... easy access.”

“I beg your pardon?” Easy access for what?

“Maybe the white one is too--virginal. Here’s something in gold that would go great with your coloring. And there are slippers to match!” The negligee Marabel produced this time was a metallic sheath with barely there straps that crisscrossed in the back. An oval cut out in the front provided lots of room for cleavage and the slit in the side traveled thigh high. “You have to wear something from here. You can choose, but I’d definitely go with the gold. I’ll wait outside while you change, then we can go to the buffet.”

The buffet? Abby wondered if she was being invited to eat or be eaten.

“I really should wait here for Gideon.” She bit out the words.

“No, honey,” Marabel said again. There

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