Samson slapped his hand on his forehead. He knew instantly that it was because of that cut on her hand. He had suspected that Jacob would try something like this, but when Jacob left so quickly he had let go of his suspicion and simply drove home. Obviously, the bastard had just stayed back to stalk her.
Vampires were hunters and most times when latched on to someone, they wouldn’t stop until they had fed from them, sometimes even killed them. Some of them even made sure that they enjoyed the chase. Made their prey scared. Make them run and think that they could escaped. It was a sick thing to do, but it was Jacob, and he was really good at doing shitty things like this.
For some reason, the thought of Jacob laying his hands on this human made his skin crawl, and he wanted so badly to punch Jacob real hard. He would do that definitely, but right now he had to take care of her.
“He’s not my friend. Infact, we are far from that” he said, “He’s an asshole and I am going to make him pay for trying to Hurt you”
Isabella stared at him, a puzzled look on her face. What was he going to do? Who was he and why did he sound so confident that he could help her?
“I have to call the cops” she said, ignoring his comment, but it was then that she realized that she must have dropped her purse too. Isabella felt like crying. “Damm it” she swore. “Can I use your phone please?” she asked him.
“Believe me, I can do much worse than the cops can. I know it’s a ridiculous thing to ask for because we just met and because of what I just did, but please I need you to trust me. Let me handle this”
Isabella watched him, trying to decide if it the right thing to do to trust this strange man. It wasn’t, but against her best judgment, she took a deep breath and heard herself say :
“Dry clothes you said?”
Despite the warmth in the house, she felt cold and knew her nipples were uncomfortably hard, almost aching.
The beginning of a soft smile twisted the corners of his mouth upwards, and he nodded. “I can get you a sweater and some sweatpants. You can dry off in the bathroom.” He looked almost like a schoolboy now. “I’ll be back in a moment.”
She followed him with her eyes as he stalked up the stairs, strong legs taking two steps at a time, his tight backside shifting under the fabric. All muscle, no fat.
“I’m Mark,” one of his friends introduced himself. “I’m really sorry about… You know… All that. I’m sure he’s sorry too. He’s normally a real gentleman. He’s my best friend, so I know. Please don’t hold this, uh, occurrence against him.”
He stretched out his hand. She hesitated, but shook it nevertheless. His handshake was firm. “He’s been under a lot of stress lately. Please forgive him.”
He was a large, burly kind of guy with dark hair reaching to his shoulders. But he wasn’t a hippie. He seemed well-groomed, and he looked like he belonged in a historical novel, riding a horse to save his favorite lady. His blue eyes were piercing, his smile disarming as it spread from his lips to light up his entire face.
“He’s really a great guy,” another one professed with a smile on his face. “Raymond is my name. Nice to meet you, Ma’am.”
Ma’am? Now that was formal. Isabella thought as she smiled back at him. “Nice to meet you too” she replied.
She glanced at the other guy. He seemed a little shy and just nodded at her as he rested his shoulder on the wall.
“That’s Derek,” Raymond introduced him. “He’s the quiet one”
Delilah smiled again. She already noticed that. “Nice to meet you. I’m Isabella.” She shifted from one foot onto the other, feeling self-conscious about the fact that the men could see her bra. Her eyes looked for a safe place to pin her stare.
“That’s a beautiful name.” Mark said
Isabella could help but smile again, concluding that she liked these guys. They were nice. And the other guy… What had one of the guys called her rescuer after she’d slapped him? Yeah Samson. He was nice too. He was nice at the bar and obviously, he had a great ego too. To think that she’d followed him home to seduce him, but he’d apologized, so she’d try to forgive him. Each of his friends tried to make excuses for him. They seemed to be close. A man who had decent friends like that couldn’t be all bad. But still she still felt the need to be careful around him.
“Samson, there you are,” Raymond suddenly said, looking toward the stairs.
Isabella lifted her gaze and saw Samson walking down the steps. She couldn’t take her eyes off him.
She shouldn’t be gawking, but she couldn’t stop herself even if her life depended on it. He was tall, well over six feet, and made a very impressive figure in his black pants and figure-hugging gray turtleneck sweater. His hips were slender, his shoulders wide, and he looked like he was no stranger to a gym. His dark hair glowed and gave him timeless beauty. His eyes demanded her full attention, and he got it alright.
He glided down the stairs as if he owned the world, exuding a sense of confidence more strongly than anyone she’d ever encountered. With his every step, she felt drawn in by him even more.
Samson. The name suited him. This deadly sexy man had kissed her? What had she been thinking, pushing him away? Was she losing her mind? Obviously. There was no other explanation for it now. She knew what those lips could do to her, what those hands had awakened.
Just remembering those strong thighs pressed against her made her body temperature spike a few degrees. A few more seconds and she’d have a fever that was going to require medical attention. Or his attention. Preferably his attention, since a doctor could probably not h elp her with what she had: a severe attack of lust.