She stepped into his personal space, licked her ruby red lips and ran a perfectly manicured fingertip down his chest. Mike was a tall guy at six foot, two inches. And at six feet tall, with her fuck-me heals on, Giselle was looking him straight in the eyes, their noses nearly touching. Her breath mingled with his.
“Hmmm…I can assure you I’m all woman. And it would be my pleasure to show you. After we’re done here, of course.”
Mike laughed, but it was humorless. The urge to take a giant Simon Says step backward was overwhelming, but he would not show any hint of weakness. What was Giselle doing here anyway? He had one very good guess.
“Not if you and I were the last living beings on earth, baby.” As he said it, though, surprisingly, he didn’t really believe it. Every time he saw Giselle, his cock was unexplainably drawn to her. And that pissed him the fuck off.
She frowned, her bottom lip pouting. “That’s not very original, Detective.” She looked in his eyes with undisguised lust. Then she leaned in, speaking directly in his ear. “And I assure you, baby, it would be pleasure beyond your wildest comprehension. You’d be begging me for more.”
His dick had gone rock hard the moment she’d stepped into his space, and at that comment, it throbbed with anger. Traitorous bastard. He needed to get both of his heads on the same page. A knowing smile broke out across her gorgeous face and she finally took a step back, as if she’d accomplished what she wanted. Another Giselle mind-fuck special. Bitch.
Still not moving, he responded, “And I repeat. What is it you want, Giselle?”
That infuriating smirk remained on her stunning face. “I want to visit our house guest, of course.”
“This isn’t the goddamn Ritz, sweetheart. Forget it. You can tootle on back home and report to Dev that I don’t take kindly to him sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong. Nothing about our professor concerns you. Or him.”
“Now, now, Detective. Don’t be like that. You know this does concern us. We’re just trying to help solve a mutual problem, which is in both of our best interests.”
Shaking his head, Mike said, “Yeah? How’s that?”
Giselle dropped her sultry persona, becoming the ice-cold bitch that she generally was.
“Don’t be obtuse. We are both very much aware that this case has crossed the territory boundaries, and you are incapable of handling this alone. If you want to live, that is. So drop the high and mighty act. I will see our professor and I only stopped by to discuss it with you as a professional courtesy. Don’t mistake this as me asking for your permission. I’m not.”
“Are you threatening me?” Rage built deep within Mike. He balled his hands into fists, desperately trying to keep from strangling her. Or fucking her. She may be spot on, but he’d rot in hell before he let her know that. He was going to rot in hell anyway, so no more skin off his nose.
She had once again slipped back into her sex kitten act, stepping into his personal space. The rate at which she was able to do that was dizzying. Could vamps be bi-polar, he wondered?
“Of course not, Detective. You’re a very handsome man and I’m just trying to protect you.” She leaned in, her lips whispering over the shell of his ear again. “I’d hate for anything to happen to you before I had a chance to spend hours fucking your brains out.”
The way his body responded to her repulsed him. He simultaneously wanted to throw her down and bury himself deep in her, while thrusting a rusty, serrated knife into her heart, ripping it out of her sexy body. Christ, he was one sick bastard. And in desperate need of a vacation. Or another bottle of Jack. And clearly a lay. How he longed for the days of complete ignorance about vampires.
Giselle was no longer at his ear, but stood close enough that he could feel every breath she took on his lips. He knew two things with certainty. One, if Giselle wanted to see the professor, she would…by any means. And two, he wasn’t about to let her near him without being present, so he really had no choice but to accommodate her. Besides, this could work to his advantage if he learned anything new. If anyone could get additional information out of this guy, it was Giselle. And she was so smokin’ hot she probably didn’t even need her vampiric skills to accomplish it.
“After you,” he said, with a flourish of his hand.
Her eyes narrowed in skepticism, but she made her way toward the door, letting Mike lead once she’d exited the room. They entered another infrequently used interrogation room toward the back of the station. The intercom wasn’t currently working and he needed complete privacy for this conversation.