Chapter Six
Babs woke up and knew that Elias was not in bed with her. She’d had enough one night stands to know that he wasn’t even in the room. Sigh.
Had he gotten a good look at her in the little bit of daylight that peeked through the window. She looked around his bedroom. It was a dour place. Browns and dark greens. Like a men’s cigar room. This reflected the man she first worked for. It didn’t reflect the lover who’d brought her to this bed last night.
Where was he? She didn’t smell coffee, but the damn house was so big that the kitchen could be on fire and she probably couldn’t smell it.
She pulled on the shirt that Elias had worn yesterday. It smelled of him. Soap and water. Nice and simple.
She doubted he was a simple man, but he was an incredible lover. Best she’d ever had. She was surprised she could walk today. Muscles were sore that she hadn’t used in awhile.
Jeff hadn’t been a vigorous lover. He’d been just okay, but she’d loved him so that made up for the deficit in his bedroom skills.
He just hadn’t been trying that hard. Elisa, on the other hand, got an “A” for effort and an “A+” for execution. She wondered where he was.
She wandered down to the kitchen, hoping there was some breakfast in her future. Sadly the pots were cold. She’d have to make her own food. She enjoyed watching a man cook for her.
“Where is he?”
She glanced at the open door to his basement. Surely she could go down there now. They were lovers. Didn’t that afford her certain privileges? Other than just for his body?
“Hm.”
She pondered that for a moment. “Elias?”
He didn’t answer. She leaned into the doorway. He was down there. She could hear him. “Elias?”
She said it louder this time. All movement stopped. “Babs?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t come down. I’ll be up in a minute. I’ll cook you breakfast.”
So he could cook. Good.
She set places for both of them on the island. Then she turned on the coffee maker. He may not need it, but she did. She’d slept very well last night, but she wasn’t really a morning person.
His footsteps clomped up the steps, then Elia appeared in the doorway, a smile on his face. “Hi.”
He wore jeans and a t-shirt. Sneakers adorned his feet. Very sexy.
“Hi.”
“You sleep okay?”
“Like a baby,” she said.
“Good. Eggs? Bacon?”
“Yes.”
Her stomach rumbled and he smiled. He kissed her then went to the stove. Soon bacon was sizzling in a pan and he was beating eggs for an omelet. She loved a man who could cook. Loved?
Strong word, but she already felt something for Elias. How odd. She didn’t believe in love at first sight.
A few minutes later, with a flourish, he put a late in front of her. He sat down, but only had bacon on his plate. He looked even better this morning than he had last night. Not so pale.
“How is your work downstairs coming?”
He frowned. “Not as well as I’d like.”
“Still not ready to tell me what you’re working on?”
“No, sorry. Not yet. I promise I will.”
“Okay. I’ll respect your privacy.”
***
Elias munched on the bacon, but his thoughts were in his lab. He’d need some more test animals. He’d have to call his watcher today. One of these days he’d have to get himself a credit card and not rely on Cole so much.
The Rothschilds had been Watchers as long as there had been vampires. They were keepers of sorts. Protectors. He handled Elias’ worldly affairs, keeping him supplied with blood.
In this case, he’d find him some lab rats. Elias needed to make them vampires to see if he could cure them. He hated doing it to the animals, but it was better than doing it to humans. It had been more than one hundred years since he’d turned anyone.
He wasn’t going to start now.
Unless. No. He wouldn’t even offer it to Babs. That was not fair.
“You’re deep in thought.”
“Just about the stuff I’m doing in the lab.”
“I see.” She finished her last bite and then stood. “I need to get to work. Despite sleeping with the boss, I still need to keep my job by doing my job.”
Elias laughed. “I still like a clean house.”
He wished he could tell her what was going on. Instead he was going to help her.
She left the kitchen and he called Cole.
“Good morning, Elias.”
“Good morning Cole. I need more animals and then I have another favor to ask.”
“What?” He’d memorized Babs’ credit card number so he could do this. “I want to pay off someone’s debt. Can you cut a check please?”
“Should I ask?”
“No. It’s complicated.”
“Complicated. Right. From a vampire.”
Elias liked Cole, but sometimes his sense of humor grated on him. He let it pass today. He wanted to surprise Babs. Would she then go?
That was a possibility. He’d have to take that chance.
And ramp up his efforts to cure himself. Either way he didn’t want to live for another three hundred fifty years by himself. That wouldn’t be fun.
“Let me know when you’ve sent the check.”
“The rats will be delivered tomorrow.”
“Make sure they go around to the back.”
“I’ll put that in the delivery instructions.”
“Good. I don’t want anyone to see.”
“Babs?”
“How do you know her name?”
“Because it is the credit card that you’re paying off.”
Busted. Elias ended the conversation then cleaned up from breakfast. He found Babs dusting in his living room. He never went into this room so he was surprised at how bright it was. That didn’t reflect this usual mood.
Babs had opened the curtains. “This room is so gloomy until you open the curtains.”
No, it was gloomy until Babs was in it.
Chapter Seven
Babs liked this room almost as much as the library. Elias stood in the doorway, watching her.
“You like what you see?”
“I think I made that abundantly clear last night.”
He pushed off the doorway and stalked to her. He had a hunger in his eyes and once again she swore she saw long canines in his mouth. He stopped just inside her personal space.
“It will be hard to get any work done with you standing there.”
“Maybe I have a better idea how you can spend your time.”
“Well, you are the boss.”
He smiled. No canines. “I am.”
She had no idea what he had in mind. Okay, she did, but if he wanted his house to be clean, she needed to be dusting. She couldn’t do that on her back with her legs in the air. Not that she minded spending her time that way.
“Take off your clothes.”
Well. She put down her duster and began to unbutton her blouse. He still had that hunger in his eyes. This man was insatiable. Besides paying of her debt, she’d have memories of some of the best sex she’d ever had.
He stood as she undressed. He watched her, licking his lips.
“I want to play a game,” he said when she was fully naked. “You up for it?”
“Yes.”
She didn’t hesitate. She didn’t think about it. If it meant sex again with his man she’d run naked down the middle of town. Even if town was far away. She’d walk. Naked. Didn’t matter.
She wanted him inside of her again. Their joining was akin to coming home after a long day at work. To find a party. And you were the guest of honor.
He stepped closer to her. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Keep dusting. I want to see you clean naked.”
She blinked, but picked up her duster. She’d been doing the coffee table so she bent over and continued dusting it. He gasped. She heard his zipper, but didn’t stop. Then his feet were pushing hers apart.
She stopped movement as his hand found her warm center. She could barely pay attention to what she was doing. Her legs were splayed and she teetered a little. He held her firm. Oh. God.
She was going to come. Bent over a coffee table. Like she’d never been before.
“I think the couch needs work.”
Dusting a couch? She moved away from him, but he stopped her. “I want you over the back of the couch.”
She did as he said. Her ass in the air. Her face in a cushion. His feet were back to spreading hers. Her big fat ass was in the air and he didn’t seem to mind. She could feel his erection poking at her.
Before she could say anything he was inside of her. Her vagina was singing. Somehow he was hitting all the right spots as he slammed into her. This wasn’t sweet love. This was fucking and she was enjoying the hell out of it.
***
Elias knew he wasn’t going to get anything done while Babs was here. She was bent over the couch, her pretty, white ass in the air. He slammed into her again and again.
He didn’t want to feel what he felt, but he did. She was his. She was home. He’d finally found the woman that might never leave him, but he had no idea how this was going to work out.
She wanted to leave. Eventually she’d die unless he found a cure for his vampirism. A conundrum.
She moaned louder with each stroke, pushing back against him. He held her hips so he could push into her harder and harder. Her vagina clenched around him and he went over the edge with her, spilling his seed.
Finally the climax ended and slumped over her.
“Holy shit, Elias. That was incredible.”
He kissed her back then helped her to stand. She didn’t appear bothered by the fact that he hadn’t take his clothes off. He’d just undone his pants.
“The whole feel of your pants on me, rubbing me. I’ve never felt like that.”
He knew the feeling. He’d never fallen this hard for a woman this soon. “Glad you liked it.”
“You want me to keep cleaning naked? Because I will. I’ll never put clothes on.”
“Might be your new uniform when no one’s in the house.”
She chuckled. “Seriously?”
“No, because I’ll get nothing done and you’ll get noting done.” He sighed then stroked her breast. “You hungry?”
“After that? Yes.”
“I’ll make you something to eat.”
“A sandwich is fine. Don’t go to any trouble.”
But he wanted to. He wanted to serve her and make her happy. He couldn’t tell her that. It was nuts. He shouldn’t feel this strongly. Yet, he knew. She was it. All he needed.
“Put some clothing on. I’ll be back with a sandwich.”
He had to leave because his canines were coming out. He didn’t know why he was losing control with her. The urge to feed was strong and he’d just done it this morning. Maybe all this sex was putting his need on overload. He could slip downstairs to his refrigerator and take a quick drink
He did, wiping off any residual blood before he made her a sandwich. She was in the library when he caught up with her.
She reached up to his face and wiped. “You have something on your face. It’s red.”
Yikes. He’d missed a spot.
“Did you cut yourself shaving?”
Was not the time? Should he tell her? Her phone buzzed. She pulled it out of her pocket. “Odd.”
“What?”
“My credit card is paid off.”
“So?”
“I didn’t make a payment.”
“Maybe it’s a bank glitch. Things happen.”
Her eyed turned to him and then she examined the hand that had wiped his face better. “I think you have some explaining to do.”