Here Be Sexist Vampires(75)

I had to see her. Not that I was going to say sorry or grovel. Pride and all that. But the idea that she was somewhere thinking horrible shit about me or upset because of what I’d said...I just didn’t like it. It was probably just that I knew it would make me getting her to admit that she wanted me even harder. Yeah, that’s all it was. It wasn’t like it could be anything else. Feelings weren’t something I experienced when it came to women. I just didn’t seem to function that way.

I guess that makes me seem cold, but after watching the way my parents were – arguing, brawling, cheating – I had never been able to see the point in relationships. Evan was the opposite of me. Witnessing the messed up marriage that our parents had had only made him want to seek out the right woman and not settle for someone the way our parents had. Personally, I didn’t think there was a right woman for each and every guy. You either cared about them or you didn’t, and it either lasted or it didn’t. Like Sam said, sometimes you love someone for a little while and then it’s over.

Odd how much it bothered me that she once loved someone. I wouldn’t have thought it was possible to be jealous of a dead person. I couldn’t even work out why I was experiencing jealousy over it at all. Nothing I felt or did when it came to Sam made much sense. I still couldn’t believe I’d walked away from her offer of sex last night. Evan would laugh his tits off if he knew. That was why I wasn’t planning on telling him.

Shaking my head at myself and my inability to explain my weird responses to this woman, I picked up the phone and called Fletcher using the internal line.

He answered immediately. “Yes, Commander?”

“Fletcher, do you have any idea where Sam is?”

“Sam?” He sounded uncomfortable. “Well, er, Max came to take her out for something to eat for lunch.”

My jaw suddenly hurt, and I realised I was grinding my teeth together. “Okay, thanks Fletcher.”

Max had taken her out for lunch? Motherfucker. I was really going to end up seriously hurting that guy. I’d never before felt threatened by another guy when it came to women. Mostly because it didn’t really matter to me if the woman wasn’t interested, there were plenty more strutting around. It wasn’t really much different from me browsing through a shopping mall with a vague idea of what I might like and then choosing an outfit to try on for size.#p#分页标题#e#

This time it was different. Sam was different. I didn’t want a woman like her, I wanted that woman. But if all I was doing was just trying her on for size and had no sense of ownership then that meant other people could try her on for size too. And that nettled more than I’d have expected it would have. In which case Max really needed to get the hell out of the picture. Could she be right and my ego was really that swollen that I couldn’t stand the idea of someone else beating me to it? It had to be that.

And now all I could do was wonder what they were doing, if she was enjoying herself, whether his little lunch date would amount to anything. I didn’t believe that Sam was the type to be dazzled by dates or anything soppy, but she would appreciate the fact that he was making an effort. I really didn’t appreciate his efforts at all. In fact, I’d like to shove them up his ass along with any objects I could find.

But as much as curiosity was chewing on me, there was no way I was going to walk around looking for the two of them. I wouldn’t let things get that bad that I needed sectioning. Common sense told me that seen as she’d be at the arena within the hour I might as well just sit, eat, drink, and then head over there shortly.

Needless to say, the time dragged. It was worse because I had nothing to do to occupy my thoughts. It only occurred to me as I was making my way to the arena that I didn’t actually have anything to say to Sam that would seem important enough to warrant me walking over there. I’d have to say I was going to observe the training again. I’d actually enjoyed watching last time. Instead of wounding my ego that I’d been wrong about her capabilities, it made me proud of her.

When I arrived at the arena only a few of the recruits were there, chuckling like a bunch of high school kids in a locker room. I waited in the spectators’ box. A few minutes went by before she walked in. I’d have been mesmerised by how snug her simple clothes were against her body, hinting at her toned figure, if it wasn’t for the fact that Max was walking beside her and they were laughing loudly – you know the kind of laugh that tells you that the joke was private between the laughers and you’d never get it?