Caught: A Vampire Blood Courtesans Romance by Julia Mills & Michelle Fox

Author:Julia Mills & Michelle Fox [Mills, Julia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2017-01-10T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

I woke up with a start, sitting straight up in bed and wondering where the hell I was. Looking around the room, I saw a perfectly decorated space with dark woods and rich fabrics. I thought of Roarke and the memories of our attack came flooding back, complete with the sensory recollection of my drinking his blood.

I knew I wasn’t a vampire. First of all, one drink of blood couldn’t do that and secondly, I didn’t feel any different excerpt for bumps and bruises and a helluva headache. Opening my mouth to speak was like opening a rusty hinge. My throat burned with a medicinal taste and it was then I realized I was no longer in my messed up beige linen suit but a men’s white silk pajama top and nothing else.

Before I could freak out, the door slowly opened and Roarke appeared, carrying a tray of what smelled like food with a pot of tea. “You’re up? That’s a good sign…I think.” He chuckled and for the first time since I’d met him sounded unsure of himself, which only added to his incredible sex appeal.

Setting the tray on the bedside table, he brushed the hair back from my face and simply stood looking down at me. My brain hadn’t gotten back up to speed or at least that’s the only excuse I can come up with for blurting out, “You’re warm. How are you warm?” My voice was little more than a croak and it hurt to speak, but I had done it any way.

Laughing out loud, Roarke pulled his hand away, picked up a cup of tea, and sat down on the bed next to my legs. Handing me the tea, he smiled. “I remembered seeing Earl Grey in your kitchen the night we met. Granted, it was on the floor beside a broken bottle of floor cleaner and trampled, but I took the liberty of having Mrs. Garrity make a pot for you.” Nodding toward the cup, he suggested, “Have a drink. It’ll help your throat and then we can talk?”

After several sips and all I could take of the uncomfortable silence, I turned, put my cup and saucer on the table, sat back on my pillows, and began. “I do want to know about the warm hands thing, but first of all, can I ask how I got from my suit to what I’m guessing is your pajama top?”

“I had to make sure you had no other injuries than the bump on your head. Your suit was a mess and I wanted you to be comfortable.”

“So you…” I couldn’t quite get the words out as I felt the heat of a blush starting somewhere near my toes and working its way to the top of my head, coloring my skin. I had no idea why I was freaking out after our kiss in the limo, but I was, and his answer only made it worse.

“Saw you naked?” he asked, working really hard to look innocent.

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