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Vladlena was a nervous wreck as she entered Thirst for the second time that day Earlier in the afternoon, she’d spoken with the assistant er about the medic job He’d been impressed with her credentials, and after the interview, he’d sent her on her ith high hopes for a callback Four hours later, she’d gotten the call

Marsden had spoken with Eidolon, and now all she had to do was i boss, some vampire named Nathan

She halted just inside the main entrance and eyed the crohich see But then, the patrons who calobe, so really, tiless

The scent of lust, blood, and booze was thick in the air, and as she navigated her way toward the ression, as well No doubt a place like this saw its share of fights But it wasn’t the regular bar fights she was interested in There was a sick, twisted sport going on here, and she’d make sure those responsible for her brother’s death paid

One of the bouncers pointed her to Marsden’s office, which was far down a long hallway at the rear of the club

"Thanks for co as she entered, and she wondered if the gelled spikes in his ash-brown hair were as sharp as they looked With his funky hair, piercings, black-painted nails, and jeweled fangs, he was one odd-looking guy "Like I said on the phone, everything looks great Getting Nathan’s okay is mainly a formality at this point, but he’ll probably have some questions for you" He pointed to a door across the hall "Good luck"

The "good luck" didn’t sound pro with Inhaling deeply to steel herself, she tapped on the door A gruffly spoken, "Enter" was the response, and she pushed open the door, unease curling inside her chest

At first, she didn’t see hiiant oak desk scattered with some sort of tickets , the artwork on the walls Then she stepped fully inside and looked toward the wet bar to the right

He was standing with his hip propped against the bar, long fingers caressing a glass of a into her Shiny, black-blue hair fell in a straight curtain below his broad shoulders, and damn it, she hated when les defined his face, fro jaw, and when one corner of his , her pulse did an excited flutter

Her roommate, Blaspheme, would say that froray silk shirt, this male exuded pure, hardcore sex

Not that Lena would know anything about that

"Umhi, Mr Sabine I’ed with a faint French accent, was so ister for a few seconds

Finally, she blinked "Excuse ht?"

"Yes, but--"

"Then strip"

He moved toward her, and with every step, her heart haer, power, and grace, and if he possessed even an ounce of softness, she’d eat the file she was holding The roo off hile Those wide shoulders rolled, reh at five-nine, she wasn’t short, he was at least seven inches taller He could crush her with his pinky finger, and here she was, in the place her brother had lost his life, alone in an office with thenad was part of the job requirement" She was proud of the way her voice didn’t waver Much

His expression hardened even ht was possible "Jesus Where did Marsden find you?"

This was not going well at all, and she clutched the file in her hands tighter to keep the"

"He’s taking applications?"

"You’d rather your ?"

A deep frown pulled at his brow, and then he laughed, and good gods, he was impressive when he did that "You’re here for one of the ht "Of course" Taking a swig of his drink, he dropped his eyes to her feet Slowly, he dragged his gaze back up her body in a blatant, sensual appraisal before settling on her mouth

"Well, then," he drawled "How badly do you want the job?"

Nate waited for a reaction from the female--beyond the shocked-out expression that included a dropped jaide eyes, and utter speechlessness, anyway He’d figured out immediately that she wasn’t a screw sent by Marsdenwell, alh he hadn’t determined why Mars had sent her In the first few seconds, he’d just been happy his lieutenant had sent an attractive but plain fefuckers from the club decked out in an outfit more appropriate for the bedroom than a bar

This female was different from anyone he’d ever seen at Thirst, fro but conservative charcoal slacks to her long-sleeved sweater Her h cheekbones and full lips, and he had the oddest urge to ask her to take her blond hair out of the tath French braid so he could see if it was as silky as it looked<ins class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>