"Kenyon, Sherrilyn - Dark-Hunter 05 - Night Embrace" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kenyon Sherrilyn)

He frowned as he searched his memory. No, it wasn't possible. If he'd been awake enough to have sex with her, he would have been awake enough to leave this place long before sunup.
"Where is it?"

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He looked up at hearing the unfamiliar voice on the other side of the pink tie-dyed fabric, which was hung to form a wall around the bed.
Two seconds later, the fabric slid open to reveal an attractive woman who appeared to be in her late thirties. Her long black hair was pulled into a thick braid and she wore a long flowing black skirt and tunic.
She looked remarkably similar to the woman he'd met last night. And at first glance, she would be easy to mistake for her younger counterpart.
"Hey, Sunshine, your friend's awake. What's his name?"
"I don't know, Starla. I didn't ask."
Oh, but this is getting stranger and stranger.
Unperturbed by his presence, the woman walked into the room to the side of the bed where the nightstand stood. "You look like a Steve," she said as she bent down, lifted up the pink scarves, and started digging through a stack of magazines that was hidden beneath it. "Are you hungry, Steve?"
Before he could answer, she raised her voice. "It's not here."
"It's under the old copies of Art Papers."
"It's not here."
Sunshine entered the room. Walking with the grace of a fairy princess, she wore a long-sleeved purple dress so bright, he had to squint from the hue. As she crossed in front of the window, he realized the material was rather sheer, gifting him with a pleasant view of her lush, ample curves and the fact that she wore nothing beneath that dress.
Nothing except her tanned skin.
His throat went dry.
She was wiping paint from her hands with a towel as she moved to the nightstand without even glancing his way.
"It's right here," she said, pulling out a magazine and handing it to the older woman.
Finally, Sunshine looked to the bed and met his gaze. "Are you hungry?"
"Where are my clothes?"

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She cast a sheepish look at Slarla. "Did you ask his name?"
"It's Steve."
"It's not Steve."
Sunshine paid him no attention as she turned Starla to face him. Both women stared at him lying there on the bed as if he were some inanimate curiosity.
Talon moved the pink sheet up higher over his waist. Then, suddenly self-conscious, he moved his bare leg under the cover as well, and bent his knee so that the center part of his body wasn't quite so obvious underneath the thin cotton.
Still the two women stared at him.
"You see what I was telling you?" Sunshine asked. "Does he not have the most incredible aura you've ever seen?"
"He's definitely an old soul. With Druid blood. I'm sure of it."
"You think?" Sunshine asked.
"Oh, yeah. We need to talk him into letting us do a past-life regression and see what we come up with."
Okay, they were both nuts.
"Women," he said sharply. "I need my clothes, and I need them now."
"See," Sunshine said. "See the way his aura changes. It's absolutely living."
"You know, I've never seen that before. It's really different." Then Starla drifted out of the room as she flipped through the magazine.
Sunshine was still wiping paint off her hands. "Hungry?"
How did she do that? How could she shift from one topic to the other and then back again?
"No," he said, trying to keep her on the main point. "I want my clothes."
She actually cringed. "What happened to the tags in your pants?"
Talon frowned at the odd question. He was keeping a

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rein on his irritation and temper, lint something about hem;' around (his woman made it difficult. "I beg your pardon?"
"Well, yon know (hey were covered in blood . . ."
A bad feeling settled into his stomaeh. "And?"
"I was going to clean them, and-"
"Oh shil, you washed them?"
"It wasn't the washing that damaged them so much as the drying."