Blood Noir (Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter, Book 16): An Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Novel by Hamilton Laurell K

Author:Hamilton, Laurell K. [Hamilton, Laurell K.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2008-05-26T16:00:00+00:00

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I ACTUALLY HAD to stop beside the fainting couch just inside the room, because it looked like someone had planned the image. The bed was covered in blue dresses. In among the dresses were Jason and the women. They were all blond, blue-eyed, delicate, and looked like cousins or closer. They were all out of breath, and lying or sitting like they’d just finished doing something strenuous. The blue dresses near their faces made their eyes incredibly blue.

Trish stood to the side of the little party like she’d fled the bed when the fun started. She stood behind a man in a suit who had to be Price, Sanchez’s other half.

“What did you guys do,” I asked, “have a dress fight?”

Lisa pushed back a puffy blue slip and said, “Yes. We are going to be in such trouble when the wedding coordinator sees the wrinkles, but it felt so good.”

Trish bent over and picked up a dress that had fallen to the floor. “If we hang them up now, they won’t wrinkle.”

Most of the women on the bed started picking things up and searching for hangers. But one of the women slid off the bed and came to me. She was taller than the others, taller than me by several inches, at least five foot eight, but still had that delicacy of bone that seemed par for the course.

She was wearing either a sheath dress or a slip with the thinnest of spaghetti straps that clung to her body to show every muscle, every curve. She didn’t have enough body fat to really have curves. Her breasts were small and tight to her body. But she moved well, and the muscles that showed in her bare arms and the body of the dress were more than the muscles you get from working out to keep in shape. There was a physical potential to her that you didn’t see in many women.

Jason bounced off the bed, literally, and caught her hand before she got to me. “Anita, this is J. J.; she and I were in dance together all through school.”

J. J. gave me an appraising look that I couldn’t quite figure out. It wasn’t just an old girlfriend looking at a new one, but that was in there. I couldn’t read the look, and that bothered me a little.

I took her hand, carefully manicured but with nails short enough for function. She had a good grip. “I take it you’re still dancing.”

She gave me a smile that was shy, eyes turned down, looking under her long lashes at me. The lashes were golden and very long, and the color had to be natural because mascara would have ruined it. “Does it show that much?”

“The workout does,” I said, and realized she seemed to have no intention of breaking the handshake. I had to draw my hand away from her. Her fingertips lingered on my wrist, and down my hand.

She was flirting with me. Great. I had no idea why, or what to do about it.

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