I was suddenly wishing I'd taken one of the taller men's jackets. I knew that, but somehow I was still standing there when Richard threw his first boot onto the floor. He leaned against the door and locked it, and was unbuttoning his jacket as he walked across the floor. You've had girlfriends be jealous of you before, I said.
He isn't a hustler. I realized that the orange that made most of the bridesmaids look wan, brought out rich highlights in her skin and hair, made her eyes shine. And every word seemed darker, more suggestive than it should have. I'd never fed a female vamp voluntarily, so who was I to bitch?Jean-Claude's smile deepened just a touch.
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