Darcy shook her head. "I'm just tired. We've been interviewing the dregs of manhood for over four hours."
"Dregs is right," Maggie yawned. "But you are flushed."
Darcy fanned herself with his photo. "It's hot in here."
"I'm not hot." Vanda looked at Maggie. "Are you hot?"
"No. Actually, I thought it was a little chilly in here."
"Enough, you two." Darcy spread all the photos on the table. "We need to pick the five best guys."
"Number one has to be Garth Manly." Maggie located his photo and handed it to Darcy.
"I agree. And number two should be" — Vanda reached for a photo. "Here he is—Apollo, the sun god."
Maggie snickered.
"His name is Adam." Darcy snatched the photo from Vanda. Adam as in the primeval man. A vision flitted through her head—Adam Olaf Cartwright, cavorting around the Garden of Eden wearing nothing but a loincloth. No, make that a fig leaf. A very large fig leaf. One that would blow away with the slightest breeze.
Sheesh! Was she so ridiculously shallow that she could be floored by a gorgeous body, handsome face with dimples, and pair of dazzling blue eyes? She glanced at his photo. Well, apparently, yes.
With a silent groan, she admitted this was more than instant lust. Adam Olaf Cartwright possessed more than a great exterior. She'd sensed his intelligence, kindness, honesty, and strength.
"You're blushing again," Maggie warned her gently.
Darcy sat down with a sigh. "It's an impossible situation. You know that."
"Maybe not." Vanda lounged back in her chair. "I've heard stories about ladies who keep a male mortal as a sex toy."
Darcy winced. "I could never do that."
"And that sort of relationship never lasts," Maggie added. "I'm sorry, Darcy. We'll stop teasing you about it."
"Good." She set the photos of Garth and Adam to the side, then rummaged through the remaining pictures. "What did you think about George Martinez and Nicholas Poulos?" She pulled out their pictures.
"They were okay." Maggie selected one more. "And this one was good, too. Seth Howard."
"Great. Then, we're done." Darcy dug in her portfolio for the cell phone. "I'll call Gregori, so he can pick us up." She reached him in his car, and he estimated he'd be there in fifteen minutes.
Vanda stood. "I'd better teleport home. I'm hungry, and Garth Manly is looking kinda yummy."
"Go." Darcy quickly handed her the phone. "Oh, and try to convince the other ladies to be on the show with you."
"I'll try." Vanda shrugged. "But if they've been fighting all this time, they're not going to be in a mood to listen."
"One more thing," Darcy continued. "Swear you won't tell them what we were doing tonight. It's supposed to be a surprise that there'll be mortals on the show."
Vanda wrinkled her nose. "How can it be a surprise? We can smell them a block away."
"I've got it covered." Darcy gathered the photos of all the rejected applicants into a neat stack.
"When I was working at Romatech, they had this situation where a couple of vampires lost control and bit some of the mortal employees."
"Oh, I remember that," Maggie said. "Roman was furious."
Darcy nodded. "It totally blew his mission of making the world safe for mortals and vampires alike. And the fact that it was happening at his own business was very upsetting."
"What did he do?" Vanda asked.
"First, he offered free synthetic blood to all the vampire employees. It worked for a while, but then, the biting started again. Roman was afraid the mortals would sue and it would end up drawing attention to the vampire world. So, he developed a plastic anklet coated with some kind of chemical that completely masks a mortal's scent. It works like a vampire repellent. When the Vamps can no longer smell the mortals, they're no longer tempted to bite."
"You're going to use the anklets on the show?" Maggie asked.
"Yes. The mortals will be safe. And impossible to detect."
Vanda cocked her head as she considered. "Vamps can still detect a mortal by reading their minds."
"There will be no mind reading or mind control allowed on the show," Darcy announced. "It'll be included in the Vamp contracts. Otherwise, we could never run a fair contest."
"That makes sense." Vanda dialed Gregori's house. "I've gotta go. The smell of those men down the hall is making me ravenous." She paused, then spoke into the phone. "Lady Pamela, is mat you?
Keep talking, will you?"
Darcy held the phone until Vanda had completely vanished, then she stashed it in her portfolio, „
There was a knock on the door, and Ms. Stein peeked in. She scanned the room. "Where—" She glanced back at the empty hallway. "I thought there were three of you."
"Yes." With a smile, Darcy quickly changed the subject. "We've made our decision. These are the five men we want." She held out the five autographed photos.
"Good." Ms. Stein inched forward to take the pictures.
"I have some instructions here and the contracts for them to sign." Darcy removed the papers from her portfolio.
Ms. Stein took them. "I'll give these to the poor— er, lucky men."
"Thank you. They'll need to return the signed contracts within five days so we can keep on schedule. If you don't mind, it would be easier for us if they returned them here. Maggie will come on the evening of the fifth day to collect them."
"Very well." Ms. Stein bustled out the door.
Darcy rounded the table. "We need an artist who can paint the portraits of all the male contestants.
Do you think you can find a vampire artist for me?"
"I guess so. I'll look in the Black Pages."
"Good. Let me know when you find one. I have some special instructions for him."
Maggie's eyes widened. "Is this another surprise?"
Darcy smiled. "Could be."
The crowd in the waiting room had dwindled to about twenty anxious men. Austin figured those who left early had been openly rejected by Miss Darcy and her… friends… The 'Situation grated on him. Why would an intelligent, beautiful woman like her hang out with vampires?
He edged toward the coffee pot and motioned with his head for Garrett to join him there. He poured some coffee into a Styrofoam cup, then fiddled with the pink and blue sugar packets while he waited.
Garrett stopped beside him and poured a cup of coffee.
"I think I'm in," Austin whispered. "How about you?"
"I think so." Garrett glanced back as a short, rotund guy who resembled a mountain troll walked by.
"Lucky for us, the competition was pretty easy."
"You think?" Austin gritted his teeth. Didn't Garrett realize that Ms. Stein had manipulated the auditions to make them look good? "What did you think of the three… women?"
"They're definitely… you know."
All three of them? "No, the one in blue is normal." Stupendous was more like it, but she was definitely alive.
Garrett stirred some powdered creamer into his coffee. "I have to disagree."
Austin's nerves tensed. He lowered his voice. "I got into her mind. She was thinking about sunshine and beaches and family."
"Really? I couldn't get into any of their heads."
"You're not as strong as me. No offense."
"None taken. But even so, I could have sworn—" Garrett broke off when the mountain troll moved in for some coffee.
Austin raised his voice. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Adam Cartwright."
"Garth Manly," Garrett shook his hand.
"I'm Fabio Funicello," the mountain troll grunted as he emptied five sugar packets into his coffee.
"Nice to meet you." Austin sidled over to an empty corner of the room with Garrett close behind.
"You were saying?"
Garrett looked around to make sure they couldn't be overheard. "When I was in the conference room, I could see my reflection in the windows overlooking the street."