"No. When that happens, I shall go seduce someone."
Oh yeah. I'd forgotten he only took blood while making love. "Don't leave it to the last second."
He studied me for a moment, then said in a neutral voice, "I have lived more years than I care to remember as a vampire. I don't need a pretty pup telling me what I should be doing."
"This pup was only showing a little concern." I turned away. "I should have known better."
He was silent for a while, but his gaze burned into my back, and slithers of awareness scattered across my skin.
"Can I ask a question?"
"What?" I kept my voice as flat as his.
"Are you wearing any knickers under that dress?"
I almost choked on my coffee. Of all the things I'd been expecting him to ask, it wasn't that. "That's for me to know, and you to wonder."
"Well, I'm certainly wondering. And in case you're wondering, that dress is practically see-through when lit by sunlight."
I hid my smile and walked over to the sofa. "Sorry if the view is annoying you."
He gave me his vampire face, but underneath, frustration reigned. I could feel it, even if I couldn't see it.
"Why are you determined to take everything I say the wrong way?"
"Perhaps it has something to do with being a little pissed off at you." I grabbed the newspaper as I sat down.
"When you've stopped being pissed off, are you actually going to listen to what I have to say?"
"I don't know." I unfolded the paper. "Maybe."
"And when might that be?"
I shrugged. "Let's see - I spent a good month trying to talk to you and getting rejected. So I think a month would be fair payback."
"And here I was thinking bitchiness was beyond you."
"In case you are forgetting, I was born a bitch."
My gaze caught the front page banner, and I almost had a heart failure when I saw the date.
"It's Friday?" I asked, looking at the time. It was nearly two-thirty.
"Yes." He frowned. "Why?"
"I slept a whole day?" I stared at him in disbelief.
A smile touched the corners of his dark eyes. "Yes, you did."
"Shit." I ran a hand through my hair. "I have a doctor's appointment at four."
He frowned. "Rhoan never mentioned it."
"Rhoan never knew about it. I made the appointment the day of the accident." I surged to my feet. "Wonder if he thought to retrieve my handbag and wallet from the car wreck?"
"You can't go to this appointment," Quinn said, following me into the bedroom.
"You try and stop me, and you'll regret it."