The Vampire's Throne (ON HOLD)

CHAPTER NINE

A Tuesday night in the city of London and I was about to get my drink on. I stopped at a ritzy nightclub downtown and ordered a dry martini with extra olives from a very cute male waiter with a grin that was almost as sexy as his accent. Thank God for the Brits. I sat down in low velvet chair that was near the edge of the dance floor as strobes of flashing lights bounced off the walls, and the music wasn't bad either. But when I got my drink a few minutes later, I caught the eye of a dark-haired man in a suit.

His looks matched those of a Greek God or was that just the way his body filled out that suit. No matter the case, his smile was intoxicating. The kind that could make your heart flutter like a shy, sweet young freshman catching the eye of the star quarterback on the high school football team. He tipped his glass to me causing me to blush and I was grateful that he couldn't see it. Then he excused himself from his work colleagues as he made his way through the crowd, closing the short distance between us before sitting down.

"Hello there."

"Hi," I replied, sipping my martini.

"Don't think I've ever seen you here before. Are you new to London?"

"Yes. I just moved here from the U.S."

"Really? Wow. That's a big change."

You have no idea. "Tell me about it. So, what about you? What's your name?"

"My name is Ramsey, and I'm a lawyer. You?"

"Avery. I'm a personal assistant."

He nods in agreement, finishing off the last of his Scotch before handing the glass over to the same cute male waiter who waited on me just minutes ago. He orders another then sits back against the chair as he fixes his tie. Next, I stared at his face and note the subtle features that make this man alluring. His face showed signs of facial hair, lightly stubbled. A cleft in his chin and dark, wavy hair like Derek Shepherd on Grey's Anatomy. And his eyes were dark brown almost chocolate by nature. Then he patted me on the knee giving a simple smile and it was then I realized that he was one of the good ones.

"What else do you feel like doing tonight?" He asked.

I shrugged. "I'm not sure yet. The night's still pretty young."

He laughed. "Yes, it most certainly is. But perhaps later we could go back to my place."

"And do what?"

"Whatever we feel like, the night's still young, isn't it?"

A half hour later, Ramsey paid for our drinks as he escorted me out the back door. The alley was dark and damp with only a street lamp to help me see. As I walked to my car Ramsey stopped me before I could to step out onto the sidewalk by grabbing my hand and pushing me up against the wall. But even as his body shielded me from view, I could tell that there was something else that needed to be taken care of. Except when I opened my mouth to speak, his lips brushed along the side of my neck, kissing me there.

The kiss lingered a little longer than it should have only because I allowed it to. But the truth of the matter was that Ramsey was not like Alexander. Only he didn't know that and I sure as hell wasn't going to tell him only to see his reaction blow up in front of my face. When he finished he stroked my cheek and ran his thumb across my bottom lip.

"You're very beautiful," he said. "I can only imagine the same for the rest of your body."

"Only one way to find out."

"Is that an invitation?"

I smiled. "It can be whatever you want it to be. Now, your place or mine?"