Be Still My Heart by Jackie Ivie

Author:Jackie Ivie [Ivie, Jackie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance, short story, novella, Vampires, vampire romance
Published: 2011-05-16T21:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

“Can I ask you another question, Mister Ebonovski?.”

“Oh please.” Stuart pulled the passport out, glanced at it, and then re-inserted it into his breast pocket. “Call me Marvin.”

He winked and watched her jerk in place. That pretty much got his world re-righted, especially as she tipped her glance away for the barest moment and he could’ve sworn a blush touched her cheeks. She looked young, unworldly, and innocent, which was insanity at its finest. Or he needed his glasses.

“Very well…Marvin.”

The way she said it made the name sexy and erotic, full of illicit meaning. It also got a lurch from his frame, damn her, anyway. She was ensconced on the opposite seat of a stretch limo, putting her well out of reach. He couldn’t move his eyes as she uncrossed and re-crossed her legs, giving him a spectacular view of lengthy limbs and shadowy recesses. The limo ride was too short for what his body ratcheted into desiring. Way too short.

Perhaps they stocked his brand of Scotch. That would be a treat. Stuart scooted onto his haunches on the floor to search the liquor cabinet. Empty.

“What are you craving?”

A shiver went up his spine. He ignored it. He couldn’t answer anything about craving because it started and ended with her. Only her. His entire dream world was beginning to revolve around her. The certainty grew the longer they drove, with nothing to look at besides her. The ride was supposed to be forty minutes. Even in the pre-dawn, he could’ve looked out at the view, instead of the siren calling to him from the other side of the car. But no. They’d blocked the windows with black pleated shades, pulled down and locked into position. And behind that was black glass. He remembered that from when they’d entered it.

This is ridiculous, Stuart.

“I’m looking for Scotch Whiskey. Glen-Livet if you have it,” he answered.

“I don’t.”

Stuart was back in his own seat, feeling the soft black leather seat curve about his frame, and ignoring how every bit of him seemed to click into awareness at her tone. He cleared his throat and tried for a nonchalant tone. He should’ve just answered her damn question, rather than playing a game of who’s sexier. Because he was definitely losing.

“Pity.” The word wasn’t nonchalant. He sounded breathless.

“You can’t drink it anymore, anyway.”

She shrugged. After saying words that ruined his life, she shrugged? That wasn’t fair. But nothing about this seemed fair. He couldn’t wake and he just kept getting deeper. Stuart tapped at the little button on the end of his armrest. He didn’t know what it did, until the hushed beep sound of an intercom interrupted the space.

“Yes?”

It was Vaughn. Sounding amused. Stuart was beginning to wonder if he ever sounded serious.

“Are we there yet?” Great. Now he sounded like he was about eight.

“Thirteen more miles, Sir.”

“Thank you.”

Stuart lifted his finger and the electric sound in the air stopped. Thirteen. Of course it would be thirteen. An unlucky number. Unlucky. What a joke.

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