A special thank you to my son Andrew-David, he drew this cover for me.
“I’m so glad that you agreed to come with me!” Kylie exclaimed as she wrapped her arm around mine. “Just think…maybe we’ll meet a supernatural.”
“It’s a blood bar Kylie, I’m pretty sure you’ll meet a few,” I admitted.
Kylie and I are both five feet six inches tall. She is much slimmer than me; she has light brown hair that hangs just below her shoulders with a natural wave. She has almond shaped blue eyes, peaches and cream skin, and everything about her is perfect, including her teeth. We are best friends, and I know that I’m the ugly friend, but Kylie always treats me like an equal.
“Oh come on Sage! How is it that you’re not excited?”
“Where do I begin? We’re going to a blood bar because my best friend is horny and wants to find out what it’s like to donate.” I pulled her to a stop and locked eyes with her. “Granted you can’t get an STI from them, but come on!” I exclaimed, “I’ve read the papers, you could become addicted to donating, and not to mention that if you’re not their life mate…they will only use you for one thing. Do you really want to be a supernatural’s shag? Honey…it’s bad enough to be a friend with benefits, now you’re willing to be one just for the erotic high.”
“I never said that I was going to hop in bed with one right away. Cathy was dating one and she said that they are old school, and treat you like a lady. Wouldn’t you like to be treated like a lady…I know I would.”
I shook my head at her. “You don’t get it, the drinks all look the same and you know what…a regular guy could pose as a super and we wouldn’t know the difference.”
She stuck out her bottom lip. “Are you going to make this a terrible experience?”
“I won’t on one condition…that you don’t try to hook me up with your target’s friend. I’m fine with how my life is, and I’ll be damned if I get stuck with the geeky guy who’s allergic to everything and forgets what manners are. Promise me that once you’ve found the perfect target, you’ll give me the signal and I can leave.”
She drew a cross in front of her chest with her index finger. “You have my word, once I’ve found a gentleman that I’m interested in, I’ll give you the signal and you can leave.” She wrapped her arm back around mine and guided me towards the line to the bar. “Why didn’t you wear the miniskirt I suggested?” she asked.
“I’m not out to find a guy, and it’s much easier to run with jeans on than a miniskirt. You know I really don’t want to be here, so don’t push your luck,” I grumbled.
Two massive machines were manning the entrance. One was clicking a hand held counter and the other was checking each person out. He closed the rope in front of us and turned to the other machine. They were both well over six feet tall, with black hair and dark brown eyes. They were pale, and both were very well built. The one with the counter had a massive scar just below his right ear. It was hard to miss, and I wondered if they were both wearing makeup for the effect of the newly announced bar.
“Ten more,” grumbled the one that was counting.
The other nodded and then turned to Kylie and me. “You know we may not advertise a dress code, but it should be assumed.”
I shrugged. I really didn’t care, and if they did send me away, I think I would have been relieved. “She’ll dress better next time,” Kylie chimed.
He opened the red velvet rope and motioned us through. “I doubt you’ll find a mate wearing jeans,” he grumbled.
I stopped and locked eyes with him. “I’m not shopping, so it looks like I won’t be disappointed.”
