Dracula's Groom

CHAPTER ELEVEN: Dinner for Two

Last night. I couldn't bring myself to fall asleep. My mind was too busy replaying the kiss over and over again in my head as I tossed and turned. I could still feel his body as if he were lying next to me with his arms wrapped around my back. And that kiss. Most guys don't kiss the way he did that's for sure. There was a certain hunger to it, a longing that was waiting to spiral out of control and take command.

However, I rather enjoyed it actually. The press of his hard body against mine only made me think of what could be underneath all that clothing. Plus, with the muscly hardness of his hands and the bulge in his biceps told me that he worked out or kept himself in pretty damn good shape. My lips tingled as I licked them. He tasted sweet like candy and smelled like a mixture of lilac's lilies, and roses.

The very first thing I did as I greeted the late afternoon sun was wonder what time it was. My phone sat on the nightstand next to an antique lamp as I picked up and pushed the home button. 4:30 PM. Shit! It couldn't be that late could it? And Dracul wanted to meet at 8:30 for dinner so that meant I only had four hours left to get ready. I shoved off the covers as I bolted from the room at half speed, making sure I still had my wallet and car keys in my possession.

Once outside, I jumped into the driver seat of my Aston Martin rental and drove into town. The first stop on my list of things to do before my hot date was return the car and buy the exact one, but brand-new, right off the showroom floor. Next, I went shopping for more clothes. Clothes that would be appropriate for an early dinner-slash-night on the town with a hot guy who kissed me. Perhaps this could be the start of something new?

Two hours later I left the mall with another set of shopping bags in hand as I walked across the parking lot to my newly purchased ride. With just another space in the trunk for the most part, I settled for placing the rest in the passenger seat. My phone triggered an alarm as I pulled it out and checked the time. Less than an hour now to get back home and get ready for my date. I just hoped traffic wasn't backed up.

But I was wrong. Hush hour hit without warning as I sat in front of a red light. My foot lightly tapped the accelerator, the engine revving like a snarled panther trapped in a cage. I counted the seconds down to the last millisecond before the light eventually turned green and I eased my foot off the brake pedal. My back slammed hard against the seat as the needle quickly went from zero to sixty in under five seconds.

Yet thirty minutes had passed by the time I arrived home. Racing around like a chicken with its head cutoff, I quickly let myself inside and ran upstairs. I burst into my bedroom as I dropped the bags on the floor and stripped out of my clothes in preparation for some new ones. When I finished. I grabbed my phone and checked the time. It was exactly 8:30PM sharp and not a minute too soon.

A horn honked outside as I looked out the window and saw a shiny red sports car sitting in the driveway next to my Aston Martin. My heart was fluttering in my chest and I hadn't even seen him yet. Get a grip you idiot, I thought to myself. You can do this." One last deep breath and I left the room with my willpower intact. You're just going out to have dinner. Nothing else is going to happen tonight. Oh, God, why am I acting like this?

I opened the door and stepped out into the night as the last color of sunlight vanished without a trace. Dracul emerged from his car as he fixed his jacket and made his way over to me. A suit. He was wearing a suit. A black suit to be exact with a white button-down dress shirt. It made him look sleeker, taller, and more handsome.

"You look amazing," he said.

"Do I?"

"Yes. Would I ever lie to you?"