How to Discipline Your Vampire(66)
I nodded, mouth full. “Okay.” Who was I to question whatever supernatural forces gave me this unnatural gift—I didn’t care if he’s from heaven or hell.
“So you’re . . . okay with this?” William asked, gesturing between us. He also looked worriedly at the small nick on my chest, visible only due to my navy La Perla bathrobe slightly slipping downward.
“I was actually disappointed you didn’t have little fangs that popped out,” I joked, swirling my last piece of waffle in the syrup and butter sauce. “Do you have fangs?”
He opened his mouth and showed me his teeth. “Not really, since we all file them down nowadays. Plus, you made the cut yourself,” he said with a shrug. “I have to warn you, Mistress; that was very risky. I wasn’t just saying those things in the heat of the moment—you were truly in danger. Most people who donate to us have been trained in how to behave while we’re feeding,” he said, looking me sincerely in the eyes. I nodded for no real reason—I didn’t know if it meant I understood, or I wouldn’t tempt him again. He continued, and gave me a peck on the lips. “Despite the danger, however, it was probably one of the most incredible experiences of my life. Thank you for trusting me.”
“Thank you for trusting me,” I said, and pulled him close. I gave his stomach a few kisses as he stood by my side and stroked my hair.
“Speaking of trust,” he purred coyly, “tell me something.”
I nodded into his embrace. “Sure.”
“What’s in that little recipe box you’re always fussing over?”
I sat up. “Nothing.”
He pouted. “Trust me. I’m just curious.”
“Another time.”
Suddenly, William cleared my plate and gestured to the clock. “What time do you leave for school?”
Shit. “I have a class first period, so I should probably hop in the shower and head out soon,” I groaned.
He looked crestfallen for a moment, but then perked up. “Mistress, my speed could allow for a shorter shower. I’m sure I could do a fast and thorough shampoo job if you’d allow me to accompany you,” he said, again trying to hide his impending smirk.
“A fast and thorough shampoo job, eh?” I asked. “That sounds dirty.” Bizzy chuckled maniacally.
He shook his head. “I assure you, you’ll be quite clean,” he said stoically.
Apparently vampires don’t always catch sarcasm or innuendoes. Oh well, off to the showers. William better not drop the soap . . . Then again, nothing can go “there,” so no use bringing any of my waterproof toys.
“Why do you keep touching your head like that? Does the nurse need to check you for lice?” Deirdre asked. That woman genuinely had no fucking filter.
“No, it’s just tingly,” I said, remembering the vigorous how-do-you-do William gave to my scalp hours earlier. I realized I just came up with a nickname for him—Thoroughbred. Hung like a horse, and thorough as fuck.
Nah, Chilly Willy’s better. My Chilly Willy. Mmmmmmm.
“Are you sure you’re not sick or something? Your eyes just completely glazed over, and a tingly scalp sounds suspicious. Do you use prescription-strength dandruff shampoo or something?”
Why are you the most socially stunted human I’ve ever met? “I’m fine. Now if you’re done nuking your SpaghettiOs, I’d like to heat my lunch,” I replied. Deirdre pulled her disgusting meal out of the microwave and sat with some teachers who didn’t like her while she peppered them with inappropriate questions.