She laughed, a warm merry sound that had lips twitching. Mine included. And that only made my wariness and need not to do this even stronger.
"One would think you've never kissed a woman before."
"I haven't."
She raised an elegant eyebrow. "What, not even as a friendly gesture of hello?"
I could've pointed out that I wasn't the social, friendly type, but I wasn't about to give her that much information. "Let's just get this over with."
"As you wish."
She stepped closer. My nostrils flared, sucking in her scent, tasting flowers and springtime and something else, something I couldn't quite define. Something that felt dangerous and exciting all at the same time.
She stopped so close that her wispy gown swirled around my legs, encasing them in a sea of red. I clenched my fingers, fighting the desire to step back, to escape the heat and feel of her, and watched her face. Watching the anticipation in her brown eyes grow as she drew closer.
Then her lips brushed mine. Tentatively, gently. They were surprisingly cool and soft, and not unpleasant, however much I wanted them to be. I didn't react, holding myself still, not wanting to prolong the contact.
She opened her eyes, stared deep into mine. "A kiss takes two people, guardian. React, or the payment will not be accepted."
Her lips touched mine again, and after a moment of hesitation, I moved into them, kissing her gently but thoroughly. It was a strange kiss, a passionless kiss, and yet it was a kiss that had my nerves tingling and pulse racing. It wasn't desire. It was fear of the unknown.
I had a bad, bad feeling that more than just lip-tasting was going on.
I pulled away, felt the coolness of the room caress my skin, washing away the heat of her. She smiled, and flicked her skirts away from my legs. "You do not taste like a wolf, guardian."
"You got your kiss, vampire. I want my name."
She considered me for a moment, then said, "Aron Young."
"Got that," Sal said into my ear. "Instigating search."
"Thank you," I said, more to Sal than Vinny. I stepped back again, relishing the distance each step was giving me. "If he happens to return, Vincenta, please call the Directorate straightaway."
"I will. I'd hate to have the force of the mighty Directorate brought down on me." Her voice gently mocked. "I will see you again, guardian."
No, you fucking won't, I thought, and got the hell out of there.
Rhoan still hadn't arrived back home when I woke the following morning. I picked up the storm of clothes that were still scattered everywhere, dumping them all back into their various baskets, then made myself a coffee and some breakfast and turned on the TV to see if I could catch a glimpse of him and Liander on the entertainment channels.
I didn't, but they walked in the door about ten minutes later, arms around each other, both of them half undressed and looking more than a little worse for the wear.
"You two," I said, around a mouthful of cereal, "look like shit."
Liander waved a hand and gave me a silly grin. "But we're feeling fine."
He tripped over the end of the rug as he said it, and would have fallen flat on his face if Rhoan hadn't hauled him upright. Though that effort caused the two of them to stagger sideways, missing the coat stand by the merest of inches. I snorted. Drunk as skunks, the pair of them.
I dumped my cereal on the coffee table, then got up and walked to the kitchen to flick on the kettle. "I gather last night went well?"
"Very. The effects are a hit."
Leather groaned as the two of them fell more than sat on the sofa.
"What about the movie itself?"
"You know what the movie business is like. Some will rave, some will tear it apart, some will equivocate." Liander waved a hand about airily, then leaned into Rhoan's arm. "The effects looked gorgeous, and that's all I was worried about."
Rhoan gave him a hug, then looked at me. "So how did you fill in the evening while we were out partying?"