Dark Light (The Dark Light Series) by S.L. Jennings Read Free Book Online

knows my dirty little secret.
    “Oh yeah,” I recover. “That’s really young to be so accomplished.” I take a long swig of beer. “So tell me, Dorian, what brings you to Colorado Springs? Business or pleasure?”
    Dorian licks his succulent lips and the dam breaks in my Victoria Secrets. “A little bit of both.”
    For the next hour, we engage in easy conversation, offering everything from our favorite movies to our favorite books. It’s seamless, though I find myself getting lost in his eyes every few minutes. He acts as if he doesn’t notice and we press on about childhood memories and first crushes. I am just thankful he’s eased up on torturing me with his sex-drenched gaze. Maybe he noticed that I was turning into a pile of unintelligible mush and grew tired of trying to decipher my confused ramblings. Dorian is oddly… normal, despite his extraordinary good looks. 
    We skim through our family life vaguely, neither one of us wanting to give too much away about our personal lives. He has one brother and I simply tell him I was adopted with no other siblings. I’ve been so caught up in our relaxed exchange that I totally forgot to check in. Crap, Chris and Donna will be worried since I didn’t come home right after work and didn’t call to inform them otherwise. They probably think I went off the deep end with the sudden turn of events in the past 24 hours.
    “Oh crap, Dorian, I gotta go,” looking at the time on my cell phone since my watch is out of commission. I also notice a text and 2 missed calls but ignore them for now and shove my cell back into my purse. My time is ending with Dorian and I’m ashamed to admit that I’m sincerely disappointed. 
    “Can I give you a ride home? I wouldn’t want to get you into trouble.” 
    I politely decline then Dorian motions towards the bar, signaling for the check. The blonde waitress reluctantly strolls over and drops the small black folder without saying a word. After Dorian stuffs a few bills into the small leather black folder we make our way outside. I notice that my car is the only one left in the empty side entrance lot of the mall.
    “Maybe I should be asking you if you need a ride. Where’s your car?”
    “Oh, it’s around the other side of the mall,” Dorian replies with his usual nonchalance. 
    Noting the extreme drop in temperature, a cold shiver crawls up my spine as we step out into the frigid night air. I pull my jacket around me, hoping to dispel the chill. “Let me drive you to it,” I say between slightly chattering teeth.
    “That won’t be necessary. I can walk; it’s not that far,” he declines.
    “I insist. Really. Don’t you know there’s a killer on the loose?” I say, waving him over to my Honda. 
    For a split second, Dorian grimaces as if the thought of a sadistic murderer physically pains him. He exhales nervously and reluctantly agrees. I’m grateful because I really didn’t want to stand out here and argue with him in the cold. Then I wonder why Dorian was so hesitant to accept my offer. Was he lying about owning a car? Or could he be embarrassed of it? I reprimand myself for being so pushy and try to plaster on a reassuring smile as we ride around the backside of the building.
    “It’s right over there,” he mumbles, pointing toward a department store. He really does seem nervous and a pang of sympathy grips my chest. I can spot a shadow of a car but I can’t make out what type it is. I tell myself it wouldn’t matter anyway. 
    I pull up alongside the silhouette and my jaw literally drops. I can see the sleek, dark frame of a luxurious sports car twinkling under the moonlight and am instantly flooded with guilt mixed with embarrassment at my mental misstep. It’s a Mercedes-Benz SL 65 AMG, a car I recognize from one of the exclusive car shows Morgan has dragged me to, or as she calls it, ‘Sponsor Hunting’.  As if his looks weren’t already so impressive, now he has to wow me with his exotic,