Gregori’s suit had been okayed for the shoot. Abigail’s dress, too, but without the shawl. He watched her as she approached the set. The makeup girl had made her eyes look sultry and sexy, her lips bloodred. Her dress clung to her curves, the black color making her pale skin look luminous. Her necklace sparkled, leaving a glittering trail of rhinestones down to the valley between her beautiful breasts.
He swallowed hard. They’d succeeding in making her look glamorous, but she still possessed a wide-eyed innocence, a fresh-faced, wholesome sweetness that was vulnerable and endearing and, surprisingly enough, sexy as hell.
“Are you ready?” Maggie asked.
Abigail nodded.
“You know your lines, Gregori?” Maggie asked. “First you say, ‘Mortal, I have you now.’ Then after she says, ‘Take me,’ you say, ‘No, I’m tired of the same meal every night. I want something different. I want Blardonnay.’ ”
He nodded. “Got it.”
Gordon settled into the director’s chair. “Let’s do it. Roll ’em.”
Chapter Thirteen
Abigail was tempted to pinch herself to make sure this was all real. Vampire Fusion Cuisine. The Digital Vampire Network. And now she was about to do a vampire commercial?
At least Mom would get a kick out of this story. It was crazier than any of her audio books.
The vampire named Maggie smiled at her and motioned for her to begin. Abigail took a deep breath, then ran into the alley, not too fast since she was still wearing high heels.
A blur zoomed in front of her, blocking her, and she stopped with a jerk. Gregori? No need for her to act startled. She was startled. He’d moved incredibly fast.
He advanced toward her with the fierce look of a predator. She stumbled back, bumping into the brick wall.
“Mortal, I have you now.” He planted his hands on the wall, pinning her in, then leaned forward to study her face.
A hunter examining his prey. No doubt he could hear the wild drumming of her heart. He was so close she could see the strong line of his jaw and the shadow of whisker stubble. Her gaze settled on his mouth, his wide, expressive lips; and Pru’s words flitted through her mind. By George, that man can kiss.
When her gaze drifted upward, she found his eyelids lowered, fringed with thick, dark eyelashes. Her heart squeezed in her chest. Such a beautiful man. Why did he have to be a vampire? She might be able to reconcile herself to him being a playboy. After all, a rake could possibly be reformed. But a vampire? As far as she knew, he could never be brought back to life.
She realized with a small jolt that while she was thinking, his downcast eyes were focused on her breasts. The rascal. Her heartbeat quickened. He looked up, and her breath caught. His eyes had lost their grayish-green tint and turned a brighter emerald color.
Good Lord, had she caused that change in him? Her emotions ricocheted from one end of the spectrum to the other—a strong surge of awe that she wielded such womanly power and a trembling desire that made her weak in the knees.
His right hand touched her neck, gently caressing her skin until he located the throbbing pulse of her carotid artery. He leaned forward and his breath tickled her ear.
She shivered. With his fingers, he traced the line of her artery. On the other side of her neck, the tip of his nose nuzzled her.
She held her breath, wanting, longing to feel his lips against her skin. Kiss me, please. Just once.
What was she thinking? She was standing on a set, being watched by about twenty people. She couldn’t let this continue. Why didn’t he say his lines?
Oh, she hadn’t said hers.
She inhaled a shaky breath and whispered, “Take me.”
He groaned, then drew her earlobe into his mouth. At last, his mouth on her skin. Her eyes closed as sensations washed over her. His lips nibbled a path down her neck. His fingers reached her shoulder, then trailed her necklace over her collarbone and down to her breasts.
“Your line, Gregori,” Maggie whispered.
Abigail’s eyes popped opened. Good Lord! She’d forgotten for a second where she was. She placed her hands on his shoulders to push him back, but then his lips brushed across her cheek. Oh God, was he planning to kiss her mouth?
His fingers curled around the strand of rhinestones, and his knuckles nestled in the valley of her breasts.
“Gregori!” Maggie hissed.
“Cut!” Gordon shouted.
With a jerk, Gregori released her necklace. His gaze lifted to her face.
Red glowing eyes! “Aagh!” She pushed at his shoulders. “You’re going to bite me!”
Gregori stepped back. “I wasn’t—”
Bam! Josh body-slammed him onto the floor.
“Abby!” Madison ran toward her. “Are you all right?”