Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 125982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
More sleep. It probably didn’t matter that she’d just get a few hours before having to get up and face this big and ominous day. She’d been sleeping enough in the past week to last a month.
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Kyla woke up feeling something scratchy and rough on her inner leg. She scratched her leg and swatted it away.
“Hey…” it was Tristan, all indignant. He was rubbing his stubbly face up and down her inner thigh.
The sun was barely up but Tristan sure was up.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m waking you up,” he grazed her inner thigh with his teeth. She gasped as his teeth punctured her skin.
It felt so good to be out of that house. She felt like things were different this morning. Waking up with him here outside of the house where she’d been a prisoner just felt… different. She knew things were probably more dangerous than ever and now she was worried about Tristan rather than just worrying about how to escape but she felt like she could deal with her one vampire, rather than worry about other vampires being under the same roof. 100 vampires? He booked the party for about 100-120 people so most of them would likely be vampires and from what he’d said, some of them dangerous, lewd, maybe with ulterior motives. She swallowed hard.
“Don’t do that,” he whispered, his hot breath making her inner thigh tingle, “it’s only you and me here. Forget about everyone else.” She fisted the silky sheets and enjoyed his very amorous wake up call.
~~~
They ate breakfast together and Kyla admired the view of the city as she devoured what was probably the most divine croissant she’d ever eaten. Tristan had taken a shower, dressed in a suit, and looked more like a dashing Prince Charming than ever. She was in a large white t-shirt, tied in a knot at her lower back and Tristan’s black and silver checked silky boxer shorts and felt like she looked like an orphan or something the cat dragged in.
“You are so out of my league,” she mumbled, twisting her unruly mop of curls up into a knot on top of her head.
He winked at her, his gemstone eyes twinkling, “It’s the exact opposite, believe me. You are so gorgeous in my underwear!” He smacked a loud kiss on her forehead and gave her bum a playful slap, then took her by the hips with hot firm hands, “Okay, I’m off to get the party sorted out and to run back to the house to pick up a few things and assess the damage. Please stay here and don’t answer the door. No matter what. Follow me.”
He took her hand and led her upstairs and at the back of his bedroom closet he opened another door that had a small windowless room. Inside was a futon, a laptop computer, and a small refrigerator, “This is a safe room slash panic room, if you will. There’s an icon on that computer’s home screen with a camera that faces into the bedroom. There are other cameras downstairs, too. If you have any problems, come in here and shut the door and hit the red button on the wall and it’ll go into lock down mode and I’ll get a text notification of the mode change. The green button on the ceiling will unlock it. No one will be able to get in from the other side. I have the only key. And if I lose the key, no worries, locks are another one of my specialties. Not something most vampires are good at,” he winked, “There’s a washroom and a few supplies already stocked under the bed and in the fridge.” There was another slim door that he opened that led into a tiny bathroom with a toilet, sink, and small shower stall.
“Hopefully you won’t need it but it’s here and now you know how to use it. Keep this phone with you at all times, particularly in case you have to go into the panic room.”
He handed her a shiny new iPhone, “I got this delivered for you this morning, too. My number is programmed. Call me if you need anything. I’ll be back in a few hours but if you need me phone me. There’s a spare charging cord with the computer in the panic room and another on the nightstand.” He pulled her into an embrace. She inhaled his desserty scent and leaned up and kissed him.
“You’re trusting me not to run,” she whispered, “big brownie points for you.”
“I am. I’m so in love with you, baby,” he whispered, “We’re going to get through this weekend and go from there. I’ll cash in those brownie points later, okay?” he winked, “It’s all gonna be okay.”
She looked down shyly.
He beamed at her. “See you soon.”
A gorgeous vampire prince is in love with me and showing me how to use his panic room. Out of my depth is the understatement of the year!