"You have a great ass."
"Thanks." Since my black leather mini-dress had been designed to show it off, I didn't mind a good looking guy being candid with me.
Especially the right good looking guy. "Drink?" I held out the silver tray I balanced on one hand, my gaze sweeping his body. Tall, blonde, and built. My kind of man. But was it him?
Ice blue eyes narrowed at the sight of the delicate champagne glasses. "I don't drink that stuff."
"I can get you something else."
"Tell the bartender you want a Ryker special--make that three Ryker specials-- and bring them to my office, will you? I've had enough of this shit." He turned and strode toward the door.
So it was him. "Hey there," I called after him just to be sure. "Where's your office?"
"Top floor. You can't miss it."
Yep. This was the owner of Future Pharmaceuticals, Ryker Josteinn. I'd heard all about sexy him from women who claimed they knew. Curiosity and gratitude were why I now served drinks at his party, a boring affair his human employees actually seemed to be enjoying.
I went to the bar and got the drinks, noting the unique shape of the pale blue bottles they came in. Undoubtedly, the wizard had created the drink, just as he'd created Red, the synthetic blood beverage that kept us vamps out of trouble.
What other magic could he do? I wondered, imagining him naked and tied to my bed.
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