Night Unbound(26)

“Great. Just what we need: another self-proclaimed vampire king, raising and training an army of vampires and pitting them against us in a crazy-ass quest for world domination.”
“This one isn’t crazy yet. He can’t be if he’s creating vampires so well-trained and disciplined.”
“And things were just returning to normal.” Ethan dropped the pants and picked up a shirt. “I’m not finding anything. Are you?”#p#分页标题#e#
“No. Let’s call Chris and see if his cleanup crew can discover something useful.”

Chapter Four
Bastien sprawled in his favorite chair in Melanie’s office at the network, indulging in his favorite pastime: watching his wife mutter to herself as she poured over test results and whatever other medical mumbo jumbo consumed her tonight. When she bent over her desk to search for a missing file, he tilted his head to one side and admired the trim thighs encased in formfitting faded blue jeans, followed them up to her tempting, shapely ass.
She straightened, file in hand, and began to flip through it. Her mind on the mysterious pages within, she absently reached up and tucked her hair behind one ear, exposing her profile.
Gorgeous.
His gaze slid along her jaw, down her slender throat, and caressed the full breasts below.
“Your eyes are glowing,” she murmured, a smile in her voice.
“How do you know?” he countered. “You aren’t even looking at me.”
“I don’t have to. The temperature in here just rose several degrees.”
He smiled. “You’ve only your own tempting self to blame.”
Closing the file, she turned to him with a smile. “You know I have work to do.”
But work was all she seemed to do lately. She needed to relax. Grab a few light moments. Allow herself a release from the stress that had been weighing her down of late. He didn’t like the furrow that now seemed a permanent fixture upon her brow.
Bastien sat up and leaned forward. Hooking a finger in one of her belt loops, he drew her toward him until she stood between his splayed knees. “Don’t worry. What I have in mind doesn’t have to take long. We are, after all, immortals . . . with preternatural speed.”
She set the file on the table beside him. Her eyes acquired an amber glow as he pressed a kiss to the cleavage exposed by her V-necked T-shirt. “The vampires will hear us,” she protested softly, leaning into him and combing her fingers through his hair.
Heat coursed through him, turning him rock hard, and she had barely touched him. “What happens at the network, stays at the network.” He nudged the neckline of her shirt lower with his chin, dropped a few more kisses, stroked her breast along the edge of her skimpy bra with his tongue.
Her breath caught as he cupped the other breast in one hand and kneaded it.
“Um,” Cliff, a former vampire follower of Bastien, said in his apartment across the hall, “that doesn’t mean we want to hear it. It’d be too much like listening to our brother and sister do it.”
“Dude, speak for yourself,” Stuart, the vampire who lived next door to him, said. “They won’t let me subscribe to the porn channels here.”
Melanie’s face flushed.
Bastien sighed. “And I believe that’s Chris and Seth striding up the hallway, so . . .”
Eyes widening, Melanie tugged the neckline of her shirt up, grabbed the folder, and zipped over to her desk.
When Chris Reordon and Seth entered, she appeared to be studiously pouring over her notes . . . if one failed to notice the pink in her cheeks and her rapid pulse.
Seth glanced at Melanie, turned his attention to Bastien, and raised one eyebrow.
Bastien shrugged and nodded to Chris. “You need to add a quiet room down here.”
If possible, Melanie’s face grew even rosier.
“Why?” Chris asked. “For interrogation purposes?”
“Okay,” Bastien said. It was as good a reason as any.
Chris frowned and glanced at Melanie just as she peeked at them over her shoulder. He turned back to Bastien. “Oh, hell no. I am not spending tens of thousands of dollars to soundproof a room down here so you two can have sex without the vampires hearing you.”
Melanie covered her face with the file folder.
Seth crossed his arms over his chest, unable to suppress a smile.
Bastien quirked a brow at the irate human. “You want the vampires to hear us?”
“No,” Chris sputtered. “I mean, I don’t want you having sex! Not while you’re both on the clock. Melanie is supposed to be working—”
“She is,” Bastien defended her. “Long hours.”
“And you are supposed to be serving as guard. Seven vampires live across the hallway. What are you going to do if a couple of them have psychotic breaks and try to escape while you two are having a quickie?”