Casa Dracula 2 - Midnight Brunch by Acosta Marta

Author:Acosta, Marta
Language: eng
Format: epub

Fourteen

The Man who Came for Nachos

H orrible noises woke me. I was on my feet and ready to fight before I was even fully awake. I slipped on a silk wrap and stood still. Then it came again, a loud, unearthly “Agggh, Agggh!” cry, and it was getting closer. Thomas Cook, his emaciated body clad only in boxers, walked into the room. He squinted against the sunlight streaming through the windows and scratched his hairy underarm. Upright, he was taller than I thought, over six feet. When he caught sight of me, he looked surprised, but then gave me a cool once-over. “Hey, baby,” he said in his famous gravelly voice, “have a good time last night?”

“Sure, if you define a good time as hauling an unconscious pendejo from a bar into my bed.”

“You wanted me that bad,” he said with a grin.

Damn, if I didn’t still see the appeal of this man. Sexiness radiated from him, like heat from hot asphalt.

“Do we know each other?” he asked.

“I know who you are. I’m Milagro De Los Santos and I’m working on the ‘Teeth of Sharpness’ rewrite for Skip Taylor. I found you in town last night and brought you back here.”

“That’s quite a name. Is it real?” His eyes dropped lower. “Are those?” He didn’t wait for an answer but sat on the sofa, picked up the phone, and dialed room service. He ordered an enormous breakfast and as an afterthought said, “Do you want anything?”

I ordered fresh raspberry crepes and cranberry juice.

Thomas hung up the phone and said, “Think I’ll have a shower.”

“Yes, do make yourself at home.” I said it sarcastically, but he didn’t seem to notice. “And wash your hair!” I shouted after him. The food arrived just as Thomas came out of the shower wrapped in a thick terry Paragon robe. He had a towel twisted around his hair the way women wear them, and the overall effect was vaguely regal. It was one of those actor things.

“How do you feel?” I asked as he examined his roasted vegetable omelet. The skin around his eyes looked like crumpled tissue paper, and he looked at least a decade older than I knew he might be.

“Like death warmed over,” he said. “Okay for a vampire.”

I almost spit out my juice. “What did you say?”

He said, “See if there’s any hot sauce in the kitchen.”

“I’m not your servant.”

Thomas looked hurt. “Latinas are usually such good hostesses.”

“Fine, whatever.” I got up and went to the kitchen. In the cupboards with a supply of upscale condiments was a bottle of salsa picante. I put it on the table in front of him. “So you think you’re a vampire?” I asked in a flat voice.

“That’s what my therapist says. Emotional vampire. Sucks the life right out of a relationship.”

I relaxed. “Really?”

He drank an entire glass of orange juice before saying, “I’ll show you.” He went into the bedroom and came back carrying his trousers. After rooting around in the pockets, he gave

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