Seducing the Vampire. Michele Hauf

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      Hearing such words from the vampiress, issued with a biting cut, had been akin to pushing him facedown in the muck littering the streets of Paris.

      The deuce! He did not require love. Lust suited him fine. And the sensual vampiress would serve that craving well.

      Both men observed as a tall woman bowed before Lord de Salignac. Rhys noted it wasn’t a complete bow, rather forced actually. She did not deem Salignac worthy of her submission.

      Though he could not completely see her face, long curls of raven hair paralleled a slender neck. And the hair was teased, coiled and pinned up with—

      “Red roses,” Rhys said under his breath. It was the blue-eyed woman who had caught his eye.

      “What’s that?”

      “Can you see if there are skulls at the center of the roses?”

      “In her hair? Can’t see from here. But don’t you adore how the women cinch their corsets so tightly their bosoms have nowhere to go but—”

      “Orlando, watch yourself. Is that how you behave around women you do not know?”

      “Yes.”

      The boy’s innocence would get him in trouble some day. “You are yet a pup. To win a woman’s regard you must not be so vulgar.”

      “And you are the master of wooing a woman? The last time I saw you with a woman—”

      “I do not share all my liaisons with you, boy.” Nor did he discuss his affairs.

      Rare was it Rhys left the country to seek amorous pleasures. The country women would not think to powder their hair or wrap themselves in ells of expensive fabrics. They appreciated the more rustic male, one whose appetites were fierce and less refined than the city fops.

      “I’ve my eye on someone,” Rhys said. “And she will be in my bed soon enough.”

      “Oh, yes? Which one?”

      “The one with the roses in her hair.”

      “Oh, but Rhys …” The werewolf swallowed audibly.

      When Lord de Salignac lifted the woman’s hand to kiss, Rhys sucked in a breath. The vampire lord’s eyes closed. He lingered over her hand, inhaling her scent, consuming her in a breath.

      Rhys knew that look.

      “She is the one,” Orlando said. “Mademoiselle Viviane LaMourette. The one whom Salignac loves.”

      Indeed. Rhys closed his eyes. He had chosen incorrectly.

      And yet. Was it not his chance for love? Surely Constantine pursued her for one purpose, and that purpose did not require love.

      A tendril of spite clutched Rhys’s spine. It was always there, forced up by Salignac. What satisfying vengeance to take away from Salignac the one woman he loved?

      Decided, Rhys nodded once and drew up his shoulders. “I want her. I will have her.”

       CHAPTER FOUR

       Paris, modern day

      “WAS IT LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?” Simon Markson asked Rhys as they walked through Charles de Gaulle Airport.

      “Yes,” Rhys said, smirking wistfully as he recalled the foolishness of his youth. And yet at that time every cut to his person had felt like a blade directly to his heart. He had needed revenge. And the opportunity had been too perfect.

      “She was beautiful. She was like … a hummingbird,” he muttered absently.

      “What’s that?”

      “She was a hummingbird—a woman who can never be caged. And should her wings have ceased to flutter she would have died.”

      “She had wings?”

      Rhys shook his head. Simon’s head was a veritable database of all paranormal creatures; he’d taken it upon himself to research his employer’s world after being hired a decade earlier.

      “Why did you never tell me the legend?” Rhys asked his assistant.

      “Never thought much of it.”

      “But you’ve heard it before?”

      “The Vampire Snow White? Once or twice. While on dates, you know.” Simon tapped away on his cell phone with his free hand. “It’s an urban legend for a reason, Rhys. It’s fiction, a story created to titillate and you know how much the women like vampires nowadays.”

      “I’ve told you my history. It could be true.”

      “Yeah, I remember the day you told me everything.” Simon whistled. He tucked the phone in his breast pocket. The two walked through the sliding doors to the pickup lane outside. “Who would have thought werewolves and vampires were real?”

      Rhys had hired the man as an assistant when he’d needed help adjusting to the technology that moved faster than a hyperactive hare. He’d surrendered to the learning curve with the introduction of the laptop and BlackBerry and the iPod. Now he gladly let Simon handle all the technical stuff.

      While Rhys could function in this human-dominated realm without having to divulge his true nature, he was not a man to treat friendship lightly, and always revealed himself to his closest friends, even if they were mortal, which were few. Trust came with truth. Never again would he doubt himself or attempt to hide a part of his nature.

      Didn’t mean he flashed his fangs to anyone. The rule of discretion applied always.

      Simon flagged down his driver three cars back in the queue. He’d contacted the Paris office of Hawkes Associates and made arrangements the moment Rhys had called him about the legend early this morning.

      “I still think it’ll be like looking for a needle in a haystack,” Simon said. “There are over five hundred kilometers of tunnels beneath Paris proper. And some of those tunnels go down five, six, even seven layers deep.”

      “You made contact with the man who claims to have mapped all those treacherous tunnels?”

      “Right,” Simon said. “Guy named Dane Weft claims to have made the ultimate tunnels map. But on his website, he admits the tunnels constantly change. And there are some inaccessible levels. I offered him cash. Didn’t even have to break the bank.”

      “Money does not concern me, Simon, but I do appreciate your frugality.”

      Raindrops splattered their shoulders. A woman in heels with an immaculate coif stepped back from the curb toward the overhang and bumped into Rhys. “Pardonnezmoi.”

      Bright blue eyes held his for a moment and her cherryred mouth slipped into a smile.

      Not the same. He’d never hold her again.

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