“Did you have Lucky Charms for breakfast? Because you look
magically delicious.” Cass grunted as his head swung around from the
force of the blow that landed on the side of his face.
He was a bit shocked that the cute little twink could hit that hard.
He rubbed his jaw, moving it back and forth to make sure nothing was
broken then glanced down into the green eyes fuming at him.
Refusing to admit defeat, Cass flashed the man his award winning
smile. The anger in the man’s eyes instantly started to melt away,
as Cass knew it would. He had yet to meet someone that didn’t fall
under the spell of one of his smiles.
“You know what would look good on you?” Cass wiggled his eyebrows.
“Me.”
Cass sighed, rubbing his sore jaw again as he watched the cute
little twink storm off. He just didn’t understand it. That was one
of his best pick-up lines. It should have worked. Cass couldn’t
fathom why it didn’t.
It had made him smile when he tried it on himself in the mirror
earlier this morning. It should have made the twink melt in his
pants.
Scratching his head, Cass was also trying to figure out why Igorian,
a vampire that was supposed to be his best friend, was standing
there laughing so hard he had tears streaming down his pale face.
“What is so damn funny?”
“Cass, when are you ever going to learn?” Igorian gasped as he wiped
at the tears on his cheeks. “If you would just be honest with
someone instead of sounding like a cheese weasel, you’d have guys
climbing all over you.”
“I thought I was being honest.” The guy did look magically
delicious.
Igorian rolled his eyes. “You were being a jerk. I would have
slapped you too.”
Cass frowned as he followed Igorian through the line to the coffee
counter. Cass was starting to wonder if it really was him, just as
Igorian said. He didn’t get it. He knew from the attention he
received that he wasn’t bad looking. But no matter how much charm he
used, he couldn’t seem to get past the first date with anyone.
“What do you want?”
Cass suddenly wasn’t in the mood for
coffee. “I’m good.”
Igorian shrugged and turned back to
the barista. “I’ll have a tall Bloody B latte with an extra pump of
O neg.” He glanced over his shoulder again. “Are you sure you don’t
want anything?” He asked it as if he couldn’t conceive of anyone not
wanting caffeinated blood.
“I’ll go find us a place to sit.”
The smile fell off of Cass’s face the instant he turned away from
his best friend. Igorian, god love him, had the unique ability to
look at Cass and know exactly what was going on in his head.
It was something Cass really didn’t
need right now, especially considering he didn’t know what
was going on in his head. It didn’t seem fair that someone else
could figure out the workings of his mind before he did.
“God, I love these things.” Igorian
shivered as he took a sip of his latte. He plopped down in the chair
across from Cass and proceeded to moan and groan like someone was
swallowing his dick right down to the root. Cass’s eyebrows shot up
and he found himself mesmerized by the verbally graphic porn show
happening right in front of him.
“What?’ he asked when he finally
looked up from his Crimson coffee and saw Cass watching him.
“Have you ever considered recording
yourself and playing it for Pan?” Cass reached under the table and
adjusted himself. “I’m pretty sure it would get the same reaction
those little dresses you keep wearing will.”
And that was something Cass would
never understand. Igorian was a cute little thing, his long dark
hair falling in waves down his back, his crimson eyes framed by long
lush eyelashes that made women weep. Igorian's lover doted on his
every word. But the dresses Igorian wore to excite Pan were just a
little too far out of Cass’s comfort zone.
“So, do you and Pan have plans for
tonight?” Cass was pretty sure they did. Ever Since Igorian and Pan
hooked up, Cass was seeing less and less of his best friend. He was
happy for Igorian really he was, but he was tired of spending his
evenings alone.
“Yeah, I got this really cute little
red number that I’m going to wear tonight. Pan’s is supposed to be
taking me to La Ville de Sang for dinner first.”
“Right.” Cass chuckled. “That’s
assuming you make it out of the parking lot this time.” Damn, what
he wouldn’t give to have someone to bend over the hood of a car in a
busy parking lot. He envied Igorian and his hot panther lover. They
seemed to have all the fun.
“What about you?” Igorian asked
right before he took a drink of his latte.
“Oh me?” There was no way in hell
that Cass was admitting he had nothing to do tonight. It would wipe
the smile right off of Igorian’s face. “There’s this cutie down at
the Boom Boom Room that I’ve had my eye on for awhile. I thought I’d
go down there and see if he’s busy.”
“Just look at him, Cass. Don’t say
anything.” Igorian frowned for a moment then dug into the little bag
he had started carrying around with him. Cass’s curiosity grew when
Igorian pulled out a pen and a piece of paper and started writing.
“Here, give him this.”
Cass blinked as he took the paper.
His eyes widened as he started reading the note. It was straight to
the point, Cass would give Igorian that. But it didn’t have any of
the regular panache that Cass was used to using.
“My name is Cass and I think
you’re really hot. Would you like to come home with me tonight?”
Nope, it was boring as hell.
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