The Vampire & the Reporter by Nia K. Foxx Read Free Book Online Page A

allowing him to escort her the remainder of the way. Dumitri made a point of stopping at one end of the rectangular table, pulling the chair out for her.
     
    What are you doing ?
     
    This is where you belong . He stared down at her with a look that dared to be challenged. Kyra took the offered seat, meeting the open star es of the other guests. She could only guess at what they must be thinking.
     
    She didn’t have to try too hard.
     
    “Well, we know how some people spent the last twenty-four hours,” the blonde commented snidely under her breath but loud enough for everyone to hear. At the silence, the woman looked about ready to get in another dig when Kyra gave her a look that effectively silenced her.
     
    “I apologize for my absence,” Dumitri started looki ng anything but sorry. “I trust you all have been enjoying your stay?”
     
    There were several muttered affirmatives while the assembled group looked nervously at each other or at their meals with flushed faces.
     
    What the heck is wrong with them ? Kyra sent the telepathic question to Dumitri who wore a grin that reminded her of the Cheshire cat.
     
    I believe they’re remembering how they’ve passed their time.
     
    So ?
     
    Let’s just say I have allowed everyone to experience their wildest dreams.
     
    Sounds wicked .
     
    In some cases it was. Our resident loudmouth over there has a pe nchant toward masochism , and while her countryman is pretty much impotent, he manages to find pleasure in S&M play , so I’ve taken the liberty of linking their two fantasies.
     
    Kyra wondered if that had something to do with the discussion she’d witnessed the day before.
     
    Our brooding Greek reporter leans more toward same s ex play. Your Spanish friend is the consummate voyeur, and from what I’ve been told, she can have multiple orgasms just from watching.
     
    Been told by whom ? she wanted to know.
     
    My little helpers. I’ve been too preoccupied with my own mate to see to the needs of each guest personally .
     
    Well, don’t let me distract you an y longer . She couldn’ t help the edge to her mental comment, the jealousy piercing her heart was a new emotion for her.
     
    Meu dulciuri , there’s no place I’d rather be than with you, buried deep inside that--
     
    “So what’s for brunch ?” Kyra blurted out loud suddenly.
     
    “If memory serves me, I believe Ivan said a Romanian cuisine called ghiveci din carne de vaca ,” Dumitri supplied, not hiding his amusement at her quick topic change .
     
    “Sounds heavenly.” For all she knew, it could be some poor animal’s brain.
     
    * * *
     
    “I still can’t get over the change in you, or seeing you with Dumitri. Just yesterday you were ready to bolt without a backward glance,” Cecilia began, as she caught up with Kyra after the meal .
     
    Dumitri was waylaid by the British woman who had several complaints she wanted to discuss with him.
     
    “I know, I can hardly believe it myself,” Kyra agreed
     
    “So what’s changed?”
     
    “I guess I didn’t stand a chance against his form of persuasion.”
     
    “I take it he was your nightly visitor you couldn’t talk about.”
     
    Kyra wasn’t surprised by the woman’s deductions.
     
    “There’s no point in denying it now, is there?”
     
    Kyra only smiled in response to the question .
     
    Cecilia shook her head, returning her newfoun d friend’s warm smile. “Tell me one thing, is he as delicious as he seems?”
     
    Feeling brazen, she answered honestly. “A fantasy come true.”
     
    * * *
     
    Dumitri found Kyra i n his library later , leisurely thumbing through an aged hardcover book.
     
    Dante’s Inferno , he recognized with his keen sight. He knew the book well, had practically committed it to memory. She looked incredibly sexy propped on the window seat, her leather-clad legs bent, the novel resting securely on her knees.
     
    “Exactly how old is this?” she asked, not lo oking up from the page