Mark shook his head, and the guys behind him couldn’t suppress their stupid grins like they were a bunch of college kids and not full-grown vampires.
“That is a very angry looking Lady.” Raymond, one of Samson’s friends pointed at the furious woman next to Samson. “Although I don’t know why that is so since the both of you were just making out a few seconds ago. I think she’s about to kill you from the look in her eyes. I’d start groveling right now if I were you.”
Good advice. Samson thought and he winced inwardly.
“Happy Birthday,” Mark, said. If he was trying to diffuse the situation, he’d have to work harder at it, because it sure wasn’t working. The situation was very awkward, and the Lady was still staring a angrily at him. Boy, , if looks could kill, Samson was sure that he would be dead by now. He couldn’t blame her for glaring at him like that, he deserved it.
“And congratulations,” Mark added, grinning, but he wasn’t congratulating him on his birthday. His eyes were fixed on Samson’s crotch. Nothing could escape Mark’s keen eyes, ever, and he knew this wasn’t going to be the end of the teasing he was going to receive from Mark. Raymond and Derek giggled simply giggled.
Samson understood immediately, but it didn’t make the situation any more comfortable. Eventually he’d have to face the woman he’d kissed so passionately, and it wasn’t something he felt comfortable with. Especially not with the raging hard-on bulging under his slacks. A hard-on, which did not want to go down, not as long as he had her taste on his tongue.
She brushed past him to get out of the room. But he couldn’t just let her leave. He owed her more than an apology. She had made him feel a lot better at the bar, and she had healed what his shrink hadn’t been able to fix even after many months of weekly sessions. He had to do something, anything.
“Excuse me. Please. Miss.”
She continued walking as if she hadn’t heard him. The guys parted to let her through, almost as if they were scared of her.
“Please. I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I thought you were . . . I thought you came because… Oh fuck… I’m such an idiot… I’m so sorry. You must think I’m a savage. Please, just…. At least let me offer you some dry clothes, something to warm you up. You look cold. I’ll have my driver take you home when you feel better.”
She stopped and hesitated at the door.
“Please.” Sansom added. His voice a little desperate, but somehow for some reason, he cared about what this human thought of him and he didn’t even know why. All he knew was that he wanted to apologize and make her feel better.
He didn’t care that his friends were watching him beg. He would deal with them later. Strangely, all he now wanted was for her not to be mad at him. He didn’t understand why he even cared; after all, she was only a human. It wasn’t as if she could do anything to him. Finally, her shoulders appeared to drop as if the tension in them released.
Isabella turned and looked at him. She knew it was still raining outside, and the thought of dry clothes and somebody driving her home was tempting, especially since she wasn’t quite sure if she would even find her way back to the apartment. Besides, the guy who attacked her could still be lurking outside somewhere, and then she wouldn’t be any better off than before.
Now that he was looking at her with his puppy-dog eyes, he looked warm and kind. He hadn’t looked like that only minutes ago. She had felt as if she had been his prey. He’d looked like a hunter. His kiss had been experienced, hungry, hot. And unfortunately, exactly the way she liked it, which was why she hadn’t been able to resist him and finally kissed him back.
Isabella remembered feeling his body pressed against hers, his hands touching her intimately. He had aroused her. She assumed it was merely a reflex of her body, but deep down she knew that no reflex in the world could make her open up to a man who attacked her unless she wanted him.
During his kiss she’d felt flames of hot fire shoot through her as if her blood had started to boil. Nobody had ever kissed her like that. None of the guys she’d dated had come even close to making her body melt like it did under his touch.
But this wasn’t right. He’d just attacked her like a wild beast, because he thought she had followed him home because she was interested in him. What kind of guy was he that he thought a girl would just follow him home. Yes, she could admit that she found him good looking and that she was attracted to him, but this wasn’t the way he should have gone about the whole thing. There was no doubt in her mind as to his intentions. His erection was proof positive that had she not stopped him, he would have had her right here in the living room. It was not her idea of romance, no matter how long she hadn’t had sex.
She looked down at herself and realized only now that her white blouse was completely soaked through, making it transparent, and her Victoria’s Secret acquisition shone through. She secretly cursed her love for black underwear. No wonder he thought she was there to seduce him.
“You friend was after me” she said, a little bit calmer now, but still suspicious since the man she had been running from was the same man she had seen him talking to at the bar. They did seem to hate each other, but still she had reasons to be concerned.
“My friend” Samson repeated, looking genuinely surprised.
“Yes. The man who sat beside you at the bar. It was dark but I’m sure I recognized him. He was chasing me, that’s why I started to run and found myself here. I wasn’t following you. I was being chased by a crazy person”