She narrowed her eyes at him but took the glass anyway. “Please try and behave. We don’t want this getting out.”
Lazarus leaned in and spoke in her ear. “And when you know who leaves my room reeking of human pussy…”
She gasped, using her hand to stifle the noise. Some of the champagne splashed on the floor. “Look what you made me do.” Jenna looked down at the wet spot on the shiny, marble floor.
Lazarus chuckled. “Don’t look so shocked. Have you seen yourself in that dress?” He whistled, his gaze traveled back downwards to her breasts. “You have really big…beautiful… eyes. I could look at them all freaking day.”
Jenna couldn’t help but to choke out a laugh. “My eyes are up here.”
“Soft looking as well.”
“Soft eyes…I don’t think so.” Her shoulders shook she was laughing so hard. Lazarus was such a sweetheart even though he was a little rough around the edges. She felt bad for him that he hadn’t met anyone and probably wouldn’t. She heard some of the women talking about how big and scary he was.
He made a low growling noise. “Damn…you know who is one lucky fuck. Makes me wish I had earplugs.”
“It’s not going to be like that. Tonight is not what you think,” she whispered.
“Not what I think huh? I’ve heard that one before.” He threw her a wide grin. “You should take that dress off the second you’re in my suite. I wouldn’t want to see it ruined.”
Tonight was about them talking, getting to know each other again. Who was she kidding? She knew exactly what she wanted. Gideon was the one for her. She just had to convince him of that fact. It had been easy to see how unsure he still was. How guarded. They didn’t have much time before she would be sent away though. It would be better not to think on that right now. She would concentrate on getting Gideon to trust her first, to reawaken his feelings for her. It had to work, it just had to.
Chapter 8
Gideon could see that Jenna’s eyes were clouded in thought. Even though Lazarus spoke with her, she ignored him flat.
“Do you want to dance?” The big male tried again. He gripped Jenna’s elbow as he spoke, shaking her from the trans-like state.
She blinked rapidly a couple of times. “What did you say?”
“I asked you if you wanted to dance. We’re supposed to be acting like we’re having a really good time. Hitting it off…I believe was the term that you know who used.” Lazarus winked at Jenna and Gideon clenched his jaw. He was not a jealous male, well not normally. Jenna tied him up in knots. Then again, she always had. It was why he was hesitating instead of jumping in with both arms raised.
“Sure.” Jenna nodded. “But no more talk about my eyes.”
Lazarus laughed. “I can’t help how this dress accentuates them. How is that my fault?”
Jenna shook her head. Gideon could see how she was trying to look stern but it didn’t work since her full lips were pulled into a smile. She threw back the last of her champagne and placed the glass on the tray of a passing waiter.
Mother fuck. That dress was just plain sinful. Her ass, the feminine curve of her back, her succulent breasts. Damn! It was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. Vampire females didn’t wear them but they didn’t have to. The red fabric molded her curves lovingly. All eyes turned towards her as Lazarus led Jenna to the dance floor. He didn’t blame the males but that didn’t stop him from wanting to kill all of them. Possessiveness rose up in him, forcing him to suppress a growl.
From the first moment that he had scented her unique essence, he knew that he was in trouble. He’d been walking past the bar that night when it hit him in the nose. Her scent had drawn him in. He planned on playing it cool. Going into the bar, checking her out from a distance, possibly going over and introducing himself at some point, but the moment his eyes landed on her, his plans fell to the wayside.
She was utter perfection. Everything he’d ever wanted in a female and more. He’d had a major fallout with his king and had decided to leave the coven. Any dealings with humans were still strictly forbidden. Going anywhere near Jenna, spending any amount of time with her would only bring him trouble in the long run.
In the end, it was a possible death sentence. Yet, it was useless to even try and resist. Even when the alluring female had proceeded to empty her stomach contents on the both of them, he had been helpless but to take her with him. Crazy, one would’ve thought that being vomited on in such a way would put a male off. That the pungent scent would drive him away and as fast as his legs could take him. It didn’t happen. Not even close. When he picked her up and held her soft form against him, he knew he was in deep shit.