Real Vampires Hate Skinny Jeans by Gerry Bartlett Read Free Book Online Page B

thing and the shoes are on their way.” Flo slipped off the suede pump and handed it to me to inspect. “Almost too easy though. I find six boxes at my front door tonight. Six! And I don’t remember ordering but three.” Flo sighed.
    “I have to stay away from that online shopping. For me it’s as addictive as the gambling.” I didn’t have much of acredit card limit either. I rubbed the place at my inner arm where Ian had taken my blood. It would be simple enough to solve my cash flow problem. No, not getting into the drug business, especially not with a MacDonald. I hadn’t listened to Jerry all these years without learning a few things about that devious clan.
    “I can see how it can be. But Ricardo is so modern, I must try to be too.”
    “Right. We should be aware of what makes our men happy.” I handed her back her shoe. And just what made Jerry happy? My blood that tasted like some kind of fine champagne and gave him super powers? I had to talk to him, get the truth out of him. Was he addicted to my blood? Did I really want to know?

Four

     
    “N o friggin’ way I’m going to some vampire doctor.” Alesa crossed her arms over her chest and plopped into a chair. “You fangers stick together. Next thing you know he’ll suck my baby right out of me.”
    “He would not!” I was horrified. But leave it to a hellspawn to think of that. “Ian’s interested in your pregnancy. He’s brilliant and he’ll make sure whatever you’re having arrives safely.”
    “Listen to you. Whatever? I’m having a
child
, Glory. Not a thing.” Alesa blinked back tears. “Damn, I’m so emotional these days. Bring me some of that chocolate ice cream Rafael put in the freezer.”
    I stomped into the kitchen. Yes, Rafe had reluctantly dumped Alesa and five bags of groceries on me right after sunset. I’d insisted he rush back to the club. It was Friday night and he had an important band scheduled to play. Ian was supposed to meet us here for his first examination of Alesa. He was really getting into this and had even ordered an ultrasound machine but it hadn’t arrived yet.
    Now Alesa was playing hard to get. So we were having a meet and greet. Somehow I was going to get her to go alongwith this. I thrust the pint of ice cream and a spoon at Alesa when I heard a knock on the door.
    I made myself take a breath. I’d quit breathing as soon as Alesa had arrived. Now I could smell who was outside the door. No, not tonight. I thought I’d made it clear when I’d called her earlier to ask a favor that we’d get together later. But, just like all paranormals, this one worked on her own schedule.
    I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. “Look, there’s Home Shopping. Baby stuff.” I pumped up the volume then tossed the remote to Alesa before I opened the door and slid out to the hallway.
    “Not a good time, Aggie. Seriously. I have company.”
    Aggie wiggled her perfect nose. When the Siren was in human form, she had perfect everything—from her size six figure, tonight poured into a pair of skinny jeans and a teal sweater, up to her long blond hair and sea green eyes.
    “Yuck. Are you kidding me? More demon trouble? What now?” She grabbed my arm with nails done in a ruby red. “I thought you sent them all back to hell.”
    “I did. But it’s that demon Alesa. She claims she’s pregnant. With Rafe’s child. I know you don’t want to see her, do you?” I remembered the last time the two had met. Aggie has this great power where she can turn people to stone. It’s her pride and joy. Well, Alesa can do it too. Oh, yeah. She’d stuck Aggie in her place and taunted her. It was not a happy moment.
    “No way.
You
called
me
, you know. Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll meet you somewhere else when that bitch isn’t around. No demon ever again.” Aggie tossed her hair and gave my door a glare that should have sent it up in flames. If it had been Alesa throwing the look, it would have. “Man, I bet