He suddenly lightened up, and then he was grinning at her again. “Great. It would be nice to spend some time with my new friend. I don’t have a lot of friends, you know”
Isabella smiled back at him. Friends-she wanted Samson to be much more than that, at least a friend she could have sex with. Lots of sex. Lots of good sex. If he was as good in bed as his kiss promised, there’d be lots of great sex.
Was it getting warmer in the car?
“Are you hot? I’m sorry, I should have turned on the AC” Samson Samson.
“What?” Isabella lifted her gaze to meet Samson’s inquisitive stare.
“Your cheeks are red.” he replied. “I thought maybe you were hot or something?”
It was probably safer not to think of sex anymore while she was in the car with him, Isabella thought. Or in any other place for that matter.
“You can pick me up at six tomorrow” she said, before she opened the door and slipped out of the car.
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“How do I look?” Samson asked Mark as he looked at his reflection in the mirror.
“Dashing.” Mark said grinning, “I’m sure the human will be all over you. That’s what you want, isn’t it?.”
Samson frowned at Mark and fiddled with his shirt collar. I’m serious, dude. Is it too much? Do I need to change into something less flashy? I don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard” he asked.
He wore dark slacks and a simple white shirt with the top two buttons open, no tie. He wanted to look casual, but not too casual. He fidgeted with his shirt collar again.
“If I didn’t know any better, my man, I’d say you were nervous about tonight.” Mark said. “What is it about this woman that has you all worked up?”
“Have you ever seen me nervous, Mark?” Samson deflected.
“Never, I mean, not a single time since I have known you. You are confidence personified. Which makes this rather strange, if I may say so.”
Point taken, Samson thought, and nodded his head.
“So are you really going out with this human chick?” Mark asked.
Samson gave him a look. “I believe I am. Why would I be dressed and asking for your damn opinion if I wasn’t?” he replied.
“She’s human, you know. Which means she’s fragile. She could get Hurt… By you or anyone else.”
“I’m not going to feed on her if that’s what you are implying” said Samson.
“Fine. You won’t feed on her” Mark said, standing up and coming to stand behind Samson in front of the mirror, “But someone else could. What happens if you guys fall in love or something like that. She’s human, she can die easily from anything. She can get sick. She can grow old. What do you think about that?”
Samson turned around to face Mark. “What I think… Is that you are thinking about this way more than you should, and I’m the one going on this date. Besides, that’s just all it is. A date. You are over thinking. I’m just trying to have a good time. I’m taking your advice, remember? And now, I have to go because I’m not going to spend my time talking about this with you. I have a date and I do not want to be late ”
He stepped past Mark and headed for the door, but walking away didn’t make him forget what his friend had said. Why the hell was he even going out with a human? He had no idea. All that he knew was that he liked this girl. It didn’t matter if she was human. There was no harm in having a great time with a human.
Samson stepped out of the house, and found his driver Darrell waiting for him outside.
“Shall we, sir?” Darrell asked as he motioned toward the car.
“This is fine?” Samson asked Darrell, as his hand smoothened his shirt. He needed another person’s opinion on his outfit.
“Yes, sir.” Darrell nodded and again motioned towards the car. It had rained but now it had stopped, and it looked like it would be dry, for a few hours at least.
As Samson settled into the back seat of the limousine, he wondered how he should play it. Casual and sweet? Aggressive? Sexy? Damn, he had no idea what would work on her. Apart from her name and where she lived and worked, he knew absolutely nothing about her.
Maybe he should have run some kind of background check on her so he would be armed with a little bit more than his charm to get through the evening. And get her into bed. His bed.
He knew he had to be careful since he’d already screwed up the night before, acting like a jerk. Maybe a sweet-and-charming approach would work best with her. He would try that first. Light conversation, lots of laughter, nothing heavy. It was a good plan. He could do that.
The ride was short, almost too short for him to collect his thoughts. He stopped Darrell from getting out of the car.
“Thanks, Darrell; I’ll get her myself.” he said.
Samson stepped into the dark street and entered the lobby. The lobby attendant announced him on the phone. Samson waited patiently, settling in for at least a ten-minute wait. He knew what women were like. Certainly the few vamp ladies he’d dated way back had always left him waiting, as if it were an unwritten rule never to be ready on time. Human women surely were no different.
The lobby was adorned with a large mural, and he was admiring the artwork when he heard his name.
“Samson.”
Isabella’s voice made him turn on his heels. She had taken less than two minutes to come down. Was this really she? She looked even more beautiful tonight, if that was possible. Her long dark hair hung from her head like silk. Her face was clear, and if she used any makeup, it wasn’t visible. Her green eyes sparkled. She wore a black swinging skirt and a violet top tied on one side. He couldn’t wait to untie that knot and unwrap her from it.
“Belle” He said softly, almost as if he was breathless, and brought her hand to his mouth, planting a soft kiss on it. “Thank you for agreeing to go out with me.” Her scent engulfed him instantly and wrapped itself around him like a cocoon.