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intensity, such desire, she felt like his next meal. She swallowed, unable to speak. Busted . He knew the effect he was having on her. She watched him deftly walk back over to the couch, sitting right beside her…again.
    “So, kitten, how are you feeling?”
    “Why do you keep calling me that?” It did funny things to her insides and she wanted that to stop. Right ? Yes, absolutely. And next time she’d say it with much more conviction.
    Another panty-dropping smile showed his perfectly straight white teeth. “You’ve got some claws on you, kitten. I like it.”
    She sat there with her mouth open but, not knowing how to respond, closed it. Was that a compliment? She wasn’t sure but decided to let it go. After tonight, she wouldn’t see him again, so no reason to start a verbal war.
    She needed something else to do besides ogle him and fantasize, so her gaze fell on the expansive office. She hadn’t remembered seeing an office like this upstairs. “Where are we?”
    “We’re in the owner’s office.”
    The owner? Devon Fallinsworth. He knew Devon? Did that mean he was a vampire too? Was this a stroke of luck or what? Maybe she needed to be just a bit nicer to Damian so she could get some information.
    “You know Mr. Fallinsworth?” She tried not to sound too curious as to not arouse suspicion.
    His lips drew into a thin line, glaring at her for several uncomfortable seconds before responding. “Do you know Mr. Fallinsworth ?”
    Was it her imagination or did his question drip with sarcasm? “No. I just thought maybe I’d get to meet him since he owns the club. I just started a couple of nights ago.”
    “Well, I’m sorry, kitten. Dev is on his honeymoon. I’m watching the club in his absence.” Heavy emphasis was placed on the word honeymoon.
    Honeymoon? Shit . And if he was watching the club that meant he probably was a vampire also, as she couldn’t imagine a Vampire Lord would leave his club under the watch of just anyone. Now what was she going to do?
    “You look a little distraught, kitten. Have your sights set on him, did you?” His voice dripped with disdain, which only served to fuel her anger.
    “Fuck you. Of course not. I simply wanted to meet the owner of this great night club, that’s all.” So what if it was only the partial truth? She was so out of here. She stood to leave and was halfway to the door when he grabbed her arm, twirling her to face him. His face was full of anger… and lust . Butterflies took flight low in her belly and the warmth between her legs intensified.
    “Let. Go.”
    He didn’t say a word, walking them backward until her back was flush against the door, arms held overhead by her wrists. She was trapped. She started to panic, twisting to get away.
    He held fast, leaning down to run his nose along her cheek before nibbling her ear. “Do you know what he is, kitten? Does that turn you on?”
    “W-What are y-you talking about?” She was turned on, but not for the reasons he was thinking. It was because of him and him alone. She couldn’t catch her breath as he continued to run his nose along her ultra-sensitive skin.
    “Did you want him to fuck you? Is that why you wanted to meet him, Analise?” He nipped her earlobe hard, then soothed the hurt. Oh God . Her core went liquid. She wanted to kick him in the balls almost as much as she wanted him to ravage her.
    “You’re an asshole,” she managed to say, pretty convincingly even. He pulled back, his eyes flitting between hers and her lips.
    She had met him only minutes ago. Why was she so irrationally attracted to this man? Or vampire? Why didn’t the fact that he was a vampire scare the shit out of her? Because he’d woken something inside me I’d thought long dead.
    Your destiny awaits.
    “So I’ve been told.” He leaned down, slowly. Oh, so achingly slowly. He was going to kiss her. She should turn her head. She should bite his lip.
    But she did neither; every last vestige of common sense had