"Lover At Last" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ward, J.R.)

He kissed her to make it seem like he caredтАФand he did, in a way. These human women he used mattered in the sense that they were living beings, worthy of respect and kindness by the simple virtue of their beating hearts. For a small while they let him use their bodies, and sometimes their veins, and he appreciated these gifts, which were always given willingly, and sometimes more than once.

And the latter was the problem that was standing over there.

Zipping up, Trez carefully maneuvered his big body around so he didnтАЩt crush his ten-minute partner or give himself a craniotomy on the roof of the car.

Baby girl didnтАЩt seem to want to move, however. She just lay there like a throw pillow against the seats, her legs still spread, her sex still ready, her breasts still out and about and defying gravity like two cantaloupes glued onto her rib cage.

Must be under the muscle, he thought.

тАЬLetтАЩs get you dressed,тАЭ he suggested, pulling the halves of her lace-up bustier together.

тАЬYou were so fantasticтАж.тАЭ

She was like jellyтАФwell, except for the hard-as-a-rock fake boobsтАФall malleable and agreeable, but utterly unhelpful as he put her back together, sat her up, and smoothed her extensions.

тАЬThis was fun, baby girl,тАЭ he murmured, and he meant it.

тАЬCan I see you again?тАЭ

тАЬMaybe.тАЭ He smiled at her tightly so that his fangs didnтАЩt show. тАЬIтАЩm around.тАЭ

She purred like a cat at that, and then proceeded to recite her number, which he didnтАЩt bother to memorize.

The sad truth about women like her was that they were a dime a dozen: In this city of several million, there had to be a couple hundred thousand twenty-somethings with tight asses and loose legs who were looking for a good time. In fact, they were all just variations of the same person, which was why he needed to keep them fresh.

With so much in common, a revolving door of new supply was required to keep him interested.

Trez was out of the car a minute and a half later, and he didnтАЩt bother scrubbing her memories. As a Shadow, he had many mind tricks he could call upon, but heтАЩd stopped bothering with that years ago. Not worth the effortтАФand occasionally he did like a repeat.

Quick check of the watch.

Damn it, he was already going to be late getting over to iAmтАЩsтАФbut he clearly had to deal with the problem by the back door before he closed up shop.

As he went over and stopped in front of the woman, she tilted her chin up and put one hand on her hip. This particular version of ready-and-willing had blond hair extensions and liked hot pants as opposed to skirtsтАФso she looked ridiculous in the cold, with her fluffy pink Patagonia parka and her bare-ass legs in the breeze.

Kind of like a Sno Ball on two toothpicks.

тАЬGetting busy?тАЭ she demanded. She was obviously trying to keep cool, but given the way her stiletto was tapping, she was hot and botheredтАФand not in a good way.

тАЬHey, baby girl.тАЭ He called them all that. тАЬYou having a good night?тАЭ

тАЬNo.тАЭ

тАЬWell, thatтАЩs too bad. Listen, IтАЩll see you aroundтАФтАЭ

The woman made the colossal mistake of grabbing his arm as he went by her, her nails sinking into his silk shirt and clamping onto his skin.

TrezтАЩs head snapped around, his eyes flaring. But at least he managed to catch himself before he bared his fangs.