My Immortal by Ginger Voight Read Free Book Online

the broad, muscled wall of Nicholas Sterling’s chest. He was welcoming and foreboding all in the same instant. “And do you believe I’m a monster, Miss Lumas?”
    “ I don’t believe in monsters, Mr. Sterling,” Adele replied, caught decidedly off guard, but she wasn’t about to let him know that.
    From the look on his face she sensed that she wasn’t fooling anyone. “ You must call me Nicholas,” he corrected.
    She hoisted her bag on her shoulder. “Must I?” she queried pointedly.
    His smile was lazy and slow as his eyes traveled over her face. He said not a word as his gaze landed on her full mouth, powerful like a kiss. Adele could feel her pulse thunder in her ears as she cleared her throat. “ Well, I’m sure you have many more commitments. I won't keep you. Mr. Sterling ,” she added, giving him a defiant glare, trying to get her crazy reaction to this man under control.
    Before she knew what was happening he grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. Like running sensitive fingertips across velvet , her skin blazed with the warm contact. In an instant, pictures flashed in her mind – of an open mouth against quivering flesh, hot breath and a tongue etching a blazing trail across bare, supple skin. Such thoughts were so foreign to her she couldn’t help but gasp.
    Her shocked eyes met his and he looked as though he saw through to her very core. “Till we meet again,” he murmured, with a tone in his voice that left little room for doubt that they would.
    And the n he was gone.
    Adele couldn’t speak as she followed Brian out of the room and toward the elevator. Once inside Brian couldn’t suppress his grin.
    “ What?” she finally spat out.
    “ I never thought I’d see the day when the unflappable Adele Lumas would literally swoon over some guy.”
    “ I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she denied, unable to look him in the face. “My interest in Nicholas is purely professional.”
    Brian pounced. “It’s Nicholas now?”
    She gave him a cold stare. “It’s a story, that’s what it is.”
    Brian coughed “Bullshit,” into his hand and was rewarded with deafening silence the entire ride back to the studio.
    Adele couldn’t shake thoughts of Nicholas from her head as she opted to walk home the few blocks she lived from the studio. It was late, it was dark, but Adele was oblivious. All she could think of were those dark eyes and the feeling of his mouth on her skin.
    She swore she could still feel it. Like remnants from a movie’s cutting room floor she kept seeing sensual but disjointed flashes of two lovers locked together in passion. Never in her life had any thought been more vivid, especially any thought based on something she had no basis of knowledge.
    Sex was just not some thing Adele ever thought about, nor love or romance. Those things did not exist in her world. She’d made sure of that with a pretty hefty donut addiction. It was unintentional armor but it had always worked for her. She made up her mind she would never take that risk. She’d never marry. She’d never have children. Her lineage stopped with her. The blood that ran through her veins would never be imposed on another living thing as long as she lived. It was dirty. Tainted. Worthless.
    And, so she felt, was she. Her birth had been a mistake … her life a tragedy.
    She ran her fingers through her hair and inhaled the crisp air deep into her lungs. The night was still. The streets were empty. Off in the neighboring woods a wolf howled at the moon, a lonesome woeful sound.
    Loneliness had never bothered her much before, but this night it taunted her with each step that echoed into the night. Single footfalls were such solitary sounds, especially down an empty street. She was alone. She walked alone. She’d die alone. It was her curse.
    It was just l ike those children who lost their lives, those children who haunted her dreams. Maybe that was why she dreamed of them, she thought to herself.