by Dani April
Vampire Love and Lust 1
A Week with a Vampire
Exposed to the aphrodisiac of vampire blood, Rebecca wants sex, and she is in the desert with four studs willing to meet her every desire.
Rebecca is a reporter who has been sent to the isolated home of reclusive billionaire Peter von North to interview him for a weeklong assignment.
She soon learns that Peter is a vampire and he has chosen her to fall in love with after a thousand years of loneliness and sorrow. His intention in luring her out to his desert home is to turn her into a vampire like he is.
At Peter's desert compound are his three human friends, Ian, Tex, and Ramos. They have sworn to help Peter in all ways, but what they may not be able to do is help him win Rebecca's love. They are falling for her, too. And now Rebecca wants all four of them in her bed.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.
Note: This book contains dubious consent.
Genre: Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves
Length: 84,791 words
A WEEK WITH A VAMPIRE
Vampire Love and Lust 1
Dani April
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A WEEK WITH A VAMPIRE
Vampire Love and Lust 1
DANI APRIL
Copyright © 2012
Chapter One
Rebecca entered the Pyramid Café twenty minutes early. She was already flustered, and her assignment hadn’t even begun. After having gotten lost three times in the huge casino outside on her way to the meeting in the café, she was beginning to question if she was really the hardcore career woman she always pictured herself to be.
It was well after the dinner hour, and the immense crowd in the hotel had made its way from the dining area to the casino outside and people were now winning and losing money at the gaming tables. Rebecca found the café only half full and chose a table in the corner that afforded a good view of a long row of slot machines just outside the window. She would be able to see when her assignment arrived well ahead of time.
She straightened the collar of her shirt and adjusted her suit jacket. She was tempted to bring out her mirror and fiddle with her hair, but that just looked too unprofessional, and for this meeting she had to look the part of the professional journalist all the way. Holding her hand up in front of her mouth, she took a long sniff. She wondered if she needed a breath mint. But this was a stupid thought. She was here on business, not on a date.
She took a heavy breath to calm her overwrought nerves and began her vigil staring out the café window down the aisle of slot machines, waiting for her assignment to arrive. Since she was early, she figured she must have plenty of time left yet to calm down and relax before he arrived and she got down to business. A calm feeling of confidence was just starting to settle over her. This was going to be her big break in journalism, and instead of being nervous, she determined to allow herself to be eager with anticipation of what was to come.
Anyway, she still had twenty minutes to work through her nerves and psyche herself up for this. The familiar sounds of the chirps and twitters of the slot machine advertising their potential brought her comfort. She would get the jump on him and see him approaching down the aisle toward the café. That was what she was telling herself when she turned around in her seat and saw him staring at her from across the table. An involuntary gasp escaped her, and she nearly jumped out of her chair. Where in the hell had he come from?
“Good evening, Rebecca,” he greeted her.
Unable to speak, she only stared at him, her mouth agape. She knew she looked the fool. How in the hell had he snuck up on her?
“I want to thank you for meeting me on such a short notice.” His voice was calm, almost hypnotic.
Again Rebecca was at a loss for something to say. She fumbled for some words, but nothing came out of her mouth. But she couldn’t stop staring at him. He was just so… She hunted for the right word to describe him… So unusual looking.
“Forgive my discourtesy. Allow me to introduce myself.” He reached out a long, slender, yet at the same time very powerful-seeming hand to her. “I am Peter von North.”
Though Rebecca was inside the vastness of the Luxor Hotel in Las Vegas, her world had shrunk to the width of this table. She couldn’t breathe. Reaching out her hand, she felt a compulsion to touch him overtake her. When their hands clasped across the table, his grip was sure and strong, his skin warm and smooth under her touch.
She introduced herself, her voice sounding like a whisper deep in her throat. “Rebecca Everheart.”
“I want to thank you for agreeing to meet me under such unusual circumstances,” he told her.
She stared into his eyes and got lost trying to determine what color they were. After an uncomfortable second, she gave up trying to figure it out and cleared her throat. She was here on assignment after all, not to muse over the physical perfections of the man seated across from her.
“My network was so surprised when you contacted us. We’re very pleased you granted us an interview.”
“I didn’t contact your network, Rebecca. I contacted you.”
She looked down at the table, unable to hold eye contact with him any longer. “I was surprised when you contacted me,” she said.
“I hope I did not pull you away from anything back home.”
“Are you kidding?” She smiled. “To have a chance to interview you is really a scoop. My peers back in the newsroom all wonder what strings I pulled to get this opportunity. They wouldn’t believe me when I told them I didn’t know the reason why myself.”
“You’re pleased to be here then?” His eyes bore into her, and she still did not have the courage to meet his confident gaze. “Looking forward to the week ahead?”
“Absolutely,” she assured him. “Only I guess I’m curious as to why you did pick me to do this interview. I’m new and inexperienced. I would think you would have wanted one of the seasoned pros to do this. I know for a fact they would like to have had the opportunity to sit down and talk with you.”
“Forgive me if I’m blunt.” He never wavered in his answer. “But I like the way you present yourself on TV. I could care less about your resume.”
She hesitated then moved her line of thought forward fearlessly. “I should let you know up front,” she told him. “If you think I’ll be any easier than a veteran reporter, you are wrong. I’ve been coached by the other reporters in the newsroom and all of our editors and producers. I’m ready for this interview. I intend to be fair, but I’m also going to ask some tough questions.”
After she finished, she found herself blushing. She wanted to strangle herself. She knew she was coming off as a complete rookie and that was probably exactly what he wanted. If she blew this assignment, she would never live it down. Her job would probably be finished and so would her career.
“I’ll make you a deal, Rebecca,” he told her. She braved a glance up at him. He was smiling at her. She was surprised to find he actually had a kind smile. “I will be totally honest with you in all things. If you touch upon a topic that I prefer not to speak of, I simply will not reply.”
“That sounds fair…” She was becoming mesmerized by his eyes again. She wanted time to read those deep eyes, to know what they had seen and what the mind behind them was thinking…
She was allowing herself to become lost again, and literally had to pinch her leg under the table to wake up from the trance.
“I’m sure you would have rather done this interview in a more traditional fashion,” he was telling her from across the table. She had to look back down at her lap in order to concentrate on his words. “But I am an unconventional man. I have never let myself be bound by social norms.”
“That’s true,” she agreed with him. “Normally on an interview of this type I would be accompanied by a producer and a camera person.”
“And I can also see you are puzzled by the unique setting.”
“A casino in Vegas?” She nodded her head in agreement. “I can tell you my people were intrigued when I told them where we’d initially meet.”
“I am a very private man,” he explained. She tried meeting his eyes again, but got no further than his chest. And, damn it, she was still blushing. “I am afraid of few things in life save for notoriety.”
She tilted her head to signal her agreement with him. All she could do is agree with him. What kind of reporter was she if that was all she could do? What kind of interviews would she get from him if she didn’t buck up and show some courage?
“My home is in the desert north of the city. Las Vegas is the urban area closest to me. I come here often.”
Rebecca tried laughing and thought of her brief experience in the casino earlier in the day when she first arrived. “I couldn’t live close to this city. I’d lose all my money.”
“I never gamble,” he told her simply, but always there was that supreme confidence to back up each word he spoke.
Rebecca was going to say something. She was going to ask him a question. Then she met his eyes again and forgot what she was going to ask. She looked away. There was a napkin on the table for her to fiddle with. She was embarrassing herself, and she hated it.
“I chose this setting to meet you in because the nighttime crowds of the casino and the strip beyond make it perfectly anonymous for two people to see each other for the first time in person. No one will pay us any attention in here. They’re too busy trying to win money out there. Anything could happen in here tonight, and no one would even know what it was.”
This time when he smiled, she wondered if it really was kind.
* * * *
The waitress came to their table to take their orders. He deferred to Rebecca to go first. The lines had been too long earlier, and she hadn’t eaten all day. She was starving and, giving into her hunger, ordered a double cheeseburger, something she would never have even thought to get if she were home.
“I hope you’ll forgive me,” he said. “I’ve already had my dinner.” A motion of his hand sent the waitress away, his order never placed.
“I’m sorry…” She was still fumbling with her words like a schoolgirl. “If you want to be leaving, I can get something later.”
“We’ll leave later. Right now I want you to enjoy your cheeseburger and fries. I’m told the food is quite good at all the hotels on the strip. I’m certain you’ll enjoy.”
“You don’t even want to get a glass of wine?” she asked him, wondering why she was so nervous around him when so far he seemed very pleasant and approachable.
“I never drink…alcohol.”
She knew she should be getting out her note pad and jotting all this down from her first conversation with him. First impressions were important to record. He was a teetotaler. That was something to take note of. However, she seemed to be robbed of all energy at the moment and couldn’t bring herself to reach to the bag at her feet and bring out her steno pad.
“I must say, Peter,” she brought up her courage and looked into those deep, gorgeous eyes across the table. “You are a younger man than I had imagined you would be.”
“Appearances are often deceptive.”
“What I mean is…” She paused, not at all sure what she meant. All she wanted to do is look into his eyes. They were so interesting and held such promise. Though the promise of what exactly she could not say. “Due to your stature in the investing community, I was expecting you to be older.”
“It is impolite to speak of a person’s age. Let us move onto more pertinent issues.”
This was odd. He didn’t seem to be much older than her twenty-five years. Younger people normally didn’t mind divulging their age. She would have to check her sources later, but as far as she could remember, she had never really confirmed in what year he had been born.
“I respect the fact that this week’s interviews are to be exclusively about me.” His hypnotic voice claimed her from across the table. “But please allow me the luxury to get to know you better before we begin. Tell me something of yourself?”
“I don’t know where to begin,” Rebecca stuttered. This was a perfectly reasonable request for him to want to know more about the reporter who would be interviewing him and in some respects introducing him to the world. She let out a calming sigh and began. “I graduated from Berkley three years ago. I was ranked second in my class academically. I’ve been with West Coast Financial News ever since. I started writing copy the first year. For the last two years, I’ve moved up to become an on-air reporter. During that time I’ve conducted more than two dozen pers
onal one-on-one type of interviews such as this. I’ve prepared a list of the other business leaders I have interviewed. I also have a promo tape with me if you care to see what the final product looked like on TV. I can conservatively say I’ve never had any complaints so far. Perhaps you would like to…”
“Forgive me, Rebecca,” he interrupted her. Those dazzling eyes positively sparkled, and she had to look back to her lap once more. “Let me tell you what I see when I look at you. I see a woman with reddish brown hair to her shoulder, effervescent blue eyes and an athletic body.”
She didn’t know how to respond. She felt as if he had her under a microscope and didn’t think anyone had ever commented on her in exactly that manner before. It made her nervous to have that much attention directed toward her.
“I meant for you to tell me something about yourself,” he continued. “Not about your career.”
She was confused and found herself very uncomfortable. Somehow she feared she had disappointed him. He was offering her this chance to advance her career with the interview. She wanted to live up to whatever expectations he had about her.
“I’m sorry. I misunderstood.” She cleared her throat and tried to start over.
Her cheeseburger and fries arrived, interjecting itself between her embarrassment and attempt at recovery. He was really serious about not eating. He hadn’t even had a drink from the water sitting before him on the table. He was watching her. Self-consciously, she took up her fork and started to pick at her fries. She decided she would eat the burger with a knife and fork also. It would be less messy that way. There would be one less chance of embarrassing herself further.