“Thank you, Lady Blackmoore. I’ll need Lady Greenwich’s contact information so that I can deal directly with her,” Felicity said.
Dominic strode forward. “That won’t be necessary. You’ll be going through me for this job.”
Felicity and his mother turned to him with arched eyebrows. “You want me to plan the bonding ceremony with you?” Felicity said slowly.
His mother narrowed her eyes on him. “You know nothing of planning an event like this.”
Dominic crossed his arms. “I’ve been to as many events and bonding ceremonies as you have, mother. I want a say in what goes down. You have Julianna’s colors in mind. Unless you need to ask her something specific, you’ll go through me.”
Anger flashed in Felicity’s eyes making the light blue color turn darker. He liked that about her too. She had expressive eyes.
His mother handed Felicity the envelope then grabbed her by the arm. “I’ll just see her out.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Dom said between clenched teeth.
His mother already had Felicity to the door. “Why don’t you just relax, honey, you’ve had a long day.”
With that she closed the door and took his woman away.
His woman.
He liked the sound of that.
He smiled not knowing just how wicked of a smile it was.
Chapter 6
The following day a messenger showed up with an envelope carrying two tickets to see LBB at the Coyote Theater downtown. The Blackmoores had their own messengers—nuts.
Felicity had a lot to do. She had only a month to plan the wedding of the century to someone she feared was getting under her skin in a bad way. She had to get Beth over ASAP to dish about what happened last night.
Felicity sighed as she opened a can of cat food and scooped some out for Hugo.
Well, the dress had worked.
It apparently had worked quite freaking well, because without even touching her, as in really touching her, he’d nearly made her come last night. She grew wet just thinking about it. He’d turned her on that badly. She’d been putty in his hands needing him to touch and mold her to his fashion.
God, she’d begged for it. Begged for him. Worse, she didn’t know if she’d be able to turn him away if he did it again.
She’d taken his vein! Something so cherished and revered among their kind. What was wrong with her?
She exhaled as she jumped into the shower. Hell, she knew what was wrong with her. Dominic Blackmoore. It wasn’t even the attractiveness. Honestly, his brother Lucas was better looking, but nothing about Lucas made her quiver with need or want to melt at his feet. All Dom had to do was give her that look.
The look.
The look that said: I want to bury myself so deep inside of you right now.
He’d pretty much even said as much last night. The man was not shy.
This was all wrong. He was being mated to Julianna freaking Greenwich in a month’s time. She had to put a stop to this...thing happening between them.
Why was that so disappointing to think about?
She had to do it. She was not a home wrecker. She would not fool around with an engaged vampire. But the thought of him touching beautiful, doll-like Julianna made her fists curl and her heart ache. The more she thought about him looking at Julianna like that, touching Julianna like he had with her made chest burn with jealousy.
She had it bad for Dominic Blackmoore.
Her stomach quivered at the thought of his lips, his hands. He touched her just how she wanted to be touched.
He made her bite him.
Holy hell had that surprised her. Vampires, especially the older ones in power, did not give blood away lightly—as in at all in many cases. Some who are quite old even refuse to share blood with their bond mates. They consider their blood special and if they bestow it on you then it’d be a rare gift.
Dom had given it as if he’d needed her to take from him. He’d order her to take his aged, perfect blood. Her nipples hardened into tender little points remembering his taste. Masculine perfection, that’s how she’d describe it. His taste had instantly robbed her of all thoughts.
A shiver wracked over her body. Felicity blinked realizing her water had lost all of its heat and poured out freezing cold streams. She shut it off, grabbed her towel, and started getting ready.
She didn’t know what she was going to do about the man who had captured her attention unlike anyone else ever had. He was so damn untouchable. He was off-limits, not to be had for someone like her. Maybe if her parents had been richer or if she came down from a long line of royalty that could be traced back to the dark ages like the Blackmoore family. Maybe then he’d be in her league. But that would never happen. One couldn’t change their heritage. She was a poor girl from a family of limited means.
Dom didn’t seem to mind that, a voice said in her head.
Just remembering the sweet and sexy things he growled at her last night made her heart twinge like something burning had been lodged there. No one had ever said anything like that to her. And she’d like it. It’d made her crave him more.
The concert started at ten and she still hadn’t told Beth. Beth was going to freak the hell out. Felicity couldn’t wait to see it.
They only had three hours until the concert so Felicity phoned Beth to get her ass over here. Of course Beth had to turn down her background music first, only this time Felicity recognized the voice in the background—Lucas Blackmoore.
While Beth was on the way over, Felicity took some of her last blood out of her warming oven. The warming oven was a great little invention. The small oven was about the size of a mini-fridge but kept things at warmer temperatures. It could also hold plastic bags of blood, glass, hell even Tupperware without melting or becoming stale. It worked like a charm.
Felicity eyed her diminished stash of blood. She had two bottles left but soon she’d be stacked. As she popped the cap on her glass bottle of AB, she froze. She’d been so busy on the drive home last night reliving every single second she’d spent with Dom that she hadn’t even looked at the check.
Now she raced across her kitchen to the dining room table, which also served as her kitchen table. The envelope sat next to her portfolio. She grabbed it and tore it open.
She stared at the check, blinking. The numbers of zeroes couldn’t be accurate. There were too many.
Her heart started beating in a hard staccato tempo.
Then a knocking sound joined the beat. Could vampires have a heart attack? No, no she couldn’t die like that, but holy cow were there a lot of zeroes.
Her front door opened and she barely managed to lift her eyes from the check to see Beth coming in looking agitated. Beth froze as she took in Felicity. Then Felicity froze.
“What’s wrong?” said Beth, slowly walking closer.
“I got paid.” Felicity’s voice was hoarse and dry.
Beth’s lips curled into a smile. “You got the job. Isn’t this a great thing we should be celebrating right now?”
Felicity nodded numbly not even realizing she was doing it. Beth crossed her arms, her agitation gone. “Okay, show me it.”
Felicity somehow managed to stand upright and show her the check.
Beth cocked her head, squinted at the check, then her eyes widened and she flew forward to snatch it from Felicity’s hand.
“No way! A hundred and fifty thousand dollars? This is your pay?”
Felicity swallowed over the lump in her throat. A hundred and fifty thousand dollars. That would more than pay off her bills. That’d keep paying them for a long while and she’d be able to eat for a few years off that.