The French Billionaire(12)

He couldn’t help but to grin to himself, shaking his head as if to ignore the fact that everything about her seemed to sing to him. Her very blood made his fangs want to come out and pierce her flesh as he made her moan underneath him.

Allen had to force himself to shake away the thoughts. He sighed a little as he leaned against the door, watching her. Many men would pretend to be having trouble with their keycard, but he felt no shame staring at her. His gaze refused to waiver as he took in every inch of her curvy form.

She had curves that seemed to delight him. Her ample breasts and hips were enough to make him want to take her in his arms, and suddenly for Allen hunting seemed to be one of the best things he could think to do, but with the sun still up it wasn’t time. Not even in these hallways. He mused. Allen did hate being on a day schedule, but when caring for his fortune business calls could not be made during the night.

Much to his dismay. He sighed as she looked at him, and he caught her amber gaze. He winked at her, and for just a moment Emily felt her heart stop in a way. There was something about the man that made her stutter over her words before she apologized one more time.

He decided that he had stared long enough, and her uniform told him that she certainly did work at the hotel. It was all the information he needed. I’ll find you later. He thought, as his gaze met hers one more time. She blushed, and soon enough she started to walk away as he disappeared into his room.

“It’s not too bad.” Allen ended up saying to himself. The colors weren’t to his liking, but green would just have to do.

At least it’s forest. He thought. The last thing he wanted was some neon or lime green to be dealing with. His hands raked over the sheets, seeming semi satisfied with the quality, and he couldn’t help but to chuckle to himself thinking that whoever he did end up taking back would most likely think of them as luxurious. If only they knew. His house was full of so much more luxury than this, and it was something that he quite enjoyed.

Allen looked around the room until his eyes landed on his cooler and he put in the passcode. After the last incident of someone sneaking in to see what he was doing, he didn’t want to deal with anyone else finding out about the contents of it. With a click, Allen reached in to find the blood bag. He sighed to himself contently right before his fangs pierced the sleek plastic, drinking deeply.

It took him only a moment to drink the bag dry, and he felt sated for a little while longer. He smiled to himself as he looked around, checking his accounts on his phone. His mind was far from business, though. All he could think about was hunting and finding out about the amber eyed girl that he had just seen. He smiled a little, and he started to lock the ice chest again, knowing that it would be a disaster if someone had seen.

For now, he started to lay down on the bed after putting his phone on loud to wake him up, knowing that after so much exposure to the sun he should sleep. Trying to get comfortable on the sheets, he couldn’t seem to. Despite his tiredness he was restless in a way that he had yet to be in a while. So instead, Allen ran his fingers through his hair one more time before going to the shower, which he was pleased to see could be steam or jet.

He started to unbutton his dark black silk shirt, and slowly it slipped to the floor exposing his toned, pale chest. He could distinctly remember the last girl running her fingers over the smooth, marble like surface before he helped her up from her knees so that he could bite into her. It had been too long since he had more than a blood bag, and he chuckled, finally stepping into the shower and putting the water on high.

The jets massaged his aching muscles, but every time he closed his eyes he could see the girl and his cock twitched at the thought of having her under him. His hand traveled to wrap around it, but he stopped himself. I’m better than that. He said with nearly a growl, and that’s when he decided that he’d have her. No matter what.





Chapter Two


Emily could kick herself. All she wanted to do was go home, and yet she had been talked into an extended shift. I need the money. She thought as she sighed, but it didn’t make it any better. She couldn’t help but to shake her head as she gritted her teeth. She just didn’t like that they were bouncing her from station to station.

Working the desk would be one thing, but food service? She tried not to scoff, but it’s what she hoped she’d avoid by working for a hotel in the first place. To no luck. She sighed. With that, she put on the apron, washing up just the way she needed so that she could go up. Room 1021. She thought to herself, sighing as she started to wheel the cart into the elevator, hoping that she would get lucky and no one would pop in to ride with her.