The High School Reunion From Hell (Margie Majors: Middle-Aged Vampire Slayer Book 1) by Saranna DeWylde

Author:Saranna DeWylde [DeWylde, Saranna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Corvus Corax
Published: 2021-05-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

The pool party started at noon and in the main pool with the biggest swim-up bar and I was going to have to make a delayed entrance.

Vlad and I had left the room at eleven, but he’d found so many interesting things on the way to daycare this morning. First, it had been the housekeeping cart several doors down. He’d pounded that thing within an inch of its life. The action had sent it crashing into the wall over and over again, and when the occupant of the room had come out to presumably ask what the hell, he’d taken one look at my amorous vampire pit bull and gone back inside his room and locked the door.

I slid a twenty under the door. “Sorry, my friend. He can’t help it.”

We journeyed on toward the elevators and there was a very sexy potted fern that drew his attention. So I had to wait for him to grind one out on the poor plant, and once we were in the elevators, he took a keen interest in the bench. I managed to dissuade him from the bench, if only because we’d be riding that elevator up and down all day.

The coup de grace was the briefcase.

When we stepped off the elevator, a man was waiting to get on, and he’d set down what looked to be an alligator skin briefcase.

The very sight of it caused Vlad to howl and he tackled it, just thrusting away with his eyes rolling in the back of his head.

The man looked at me.

I looked at him.

Vlad continued to hump his very expensive briefcase.

“Madam,” he said. “Please get control of your animal.”

“It’s really easier to just let him finish. I’ll pay to replace your briefcase, if it comes to that.”

Hehehe. Comes to that. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from cackling.

“I have somewhere to be.”

“You’re more than welcome to intervene as you see fit,” I bluffed. There was no way I’d take the chance that Vlad might bite someone, but really, what did it actually hurt to let him have his little pieces of joy? I seriously doubted this Bentley-driving fuck had any emotional attachment to the bag my dog was currently enjoying. Hell, my dog probably had more attachment to it than this guy himself did.

“He does seem to enjoy it,” the man said.

Well, suddenly, the guy wasn’t so bad either.

“But I really am going to be late.” He snapped his fingers and then said something else in what sounded to be German.

Vlad’s ears perked and he paused, mid-thrust.

The man’s eyes glowed red, just like Vlad’s, and he removed the alligator briefcase from Vlad’s embrace.

Vlad whimpered.

“Sorry, old boy. I must go.” He tipped his hat to me.

It reminded me I should probably stop being such a judgmental bitch. I’d made a lot of value judgments about that man, and he probably didn’t even drive his own Bentley.

But now, Vlad was even more uncomfortable.

I couldn’t, and wouldn’t expect Emily to deal with him in this state.

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