amaury's hellion by tina folsom

Author:tina folsom
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: romance
ISBN: 9781453774021
Publisher: Createspace
Published: 2010-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Nineteen

Never in her wildest dreams had Nina imagined entering Samson’s house on Nob Hill. But there she was at the entrance door, Amaury a step ahead of her, waiting for the door to open. She shifted nervously from one foot to the next. Was this a good idea? Amaury she could handle. He lusted after her and was therefore not interested in hurting her, but what about the others? Nina hadn’t forgotten the order Amaury had received to wipe her memory.

A beam of light illuminated Amaury as the door opened halfway.

“Forget your key?” a male voice asked.

“I didn’t want to intrude unannounced. I’m not alone.”

The door opened wider, and light flooded onto her as Amaury pulled her next to him. She met their host’s gaze and recognized him as Samson. Her pulse fluttered.

She noticed him raise an eyebrow at Amaury, as if to chastise him. But a second later he turned into the perfect host.

“Please, do come in. I don’t think we’ve met.”

Samson stretched his hand toward her, and she shook it, wondering if he noticed how damp her palms were.

“Good evening,” Nina said. She hoped that was appropriate; what exactly was the correct greeting when being introduced to a vampire?

“Samson Woodford.” His introduction was formal, as if they were at the Queen’s tea party.

“This is Nina.”

“Pleased to make your acquaintance.” Samson led them into the living room. He remained stiff then turned to Amaury. “May I have a word with you in private?”

Yes, Samson was clearly displeased about her presence. She didn’t have to be a mind-reader to figure that out.

“That won’t be necessary.” Amaury’s reply elicited a frown from his friend. “Nina knows who we are.”

There was silence so thick she could have cut through it with a knife as Samson eyed her up and down, pressing his lips together tightly. His displeasure with Amaury was evident. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all. What if he expected Amaury to “take care of her” now that he’d given away their secrets?

Nina noticed how Samson sniffed and felt heat rush to her cheeks. If Luther had been able to smell Amaury on her even before they’d had sex, she could only imagine what Samson could scent now. Under his scrutiny, her face burned with embarrassment right down to the follicles of her hair. She searched for the hole that would surely open up right in front of her to swallow her up.

“Care to explain why you brought one of your women to my house?” Samson’s voice was sharp and unyielding.

One of his women?

She absolutely hated the sound of that. Sure, whatever they had wasn’t going to be anything permanent, but to be classified as “one of his women” made her sound like a slut. And she wasn’t a slut. Well, not really anyway. Her morals weren’t any looser that Amaury’s, that was for sure. Not that it seemed to be such a high standard to attain.

“She’s not one of my women.”

She could have hugged him for his defense of her morals.

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