Vampires Are Foreve(60)
He saw her shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. “The guy who delivered the blood explained it to me. I kind of blackmailed him into it,” she admitted.
Thomas shifted from one foot to the other, his hand raising toward the handle of the shower door and then dropping away. Finally, he asked, “Are you upset?”
“About what?” Inez asked with confusion, and he supposed there were several things to be upset about here. Being controlled and having her mind wiped, being his lifemate, waking up to find him in bed with her uninvited.
“About being my lifemate,” Thomas explained and then held his breath as he waited for her answer.
Inez stared through the beveled glass at Thomas’s outline. She could see that he was still bare-chested, wearing only his jeans as he had when she’d left him. She couldn’t see his expression, but could hear the worry in his voice and that surprised her. She must be misunderstanding the tone of his voice, Inez decided. Perhaps the noise of rushing water and the shape of the bathroom were distorting sound. She bit her lip and then said tentatively. “You sound worried.”
“I am,” Thomas acknowledged.
Her eyes widened at the prompt, unselfconscious admission. “Why? You’re handsome, intelligent, and sweet. Women must flock to you in droves. What do you care if—”
“Inez,” he interrupted solemnly. “None of those other women matter. I can control them and read their thoughts. They’re like pretty little blow-up sex dolls to me and every other immortal that can read and control them. They’re puppets we can make do what we want.
“There was a time when that was enough,” Thomas admitted. “I was young enough once to be pleased to have a pretty woman on my arm and in my bed even if she was nothing more than a puppet. But that passed pretty quickly. It was hard to be pleased to have a pretty woman on my arm when I could read her thoughts and knew she was thinking that I was cute enough, but the best thing was that I had money and could buy her whatever she wanted, or that while I was cute, she preferred blondes, or that she hoped to God I didn’t expect her to ruin her figure by ‘dropping babies,’ or she hoped I was into S&M because she’d really like me to spank her, or…God, you wouldn’t believe some of the things women think. Or men for that matter. They may just be passing thoughts, but it detracts quickly from their attractiveness when you can hear every one, and some of them can be hurtful even when they aren’t meant to be.
“I’ve waited two hundred years for you, Inez. For a woman who’s beautiful and intelligent and her own person, someone I can’t read or control and who can’t read and control me. A woman who can stir my passions like you do and whose passion I can enjoy without hearing her litany of worries about whether I think her butt is too big, or her breasts too small.”
Inez bit back the sudden laugh that tried to burst past her lips as she recalled her own worries while Thomas had been caressing her. Despite her worries about being controlled and having her memory wiped and whether Thomas had done it, the first thing she’d done on getting into the shower was shave her legs and under her arms. Inez was terribly glad he hadn’t been able to read her thoughts while she’d been worried about stubble on her legs, but was also glad to know she wasn’t the only one who had worries like that in her head at such intimate moments.
“Yes, I’m worried. Actually, that’s putting it mildly. Truthfully, I’m scared shitless. I’m afraid you won’t find me as attractive as I find you, that my personality and lifestyle are too easygoing for a woman who is usually so competent and confident in business, that—”
“I’m not always confident and competent,” Inez admitted, worried that he might lose some of his attraction to her when he realized she wasn’t the perfect woman he was describing. Still, he would find this out soon enough and if they were to be lifemates. “I am at work, but socially I’m less so. I’m—I know I’m smart and good at what I do at work, but personally and socially…”
“I suspected as much when I saw how you reacted to those three men joining you at the table,” Thomas admitted. “But most people aren’t as confident as they may appear. Besides, that will change after the turn. The nanos keep you at your peak condition. You’ll know you’re the perfect you and have more confidence because of it.”
Inez didn’t hear anything beyond “that will change after the turn.” Those words reverberated in her head and when he fell silent, she asked, “After the turn?”