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her face. Pulling on a t-shirt and pair of girly boxer shorts she found her bed. She fell asleep quickly and the loud music and traffic for once didn't disturb her sleep at all.
     

3 Tears of crimson
     
    She awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and ready to face the day. Knowing there were a few things to take care of before starting her new job tonight, she climbed out of bed. Pulling on a pair of shorts, a t-shirt and her most comfortable sandals, she quickly gave in to mother nature before getting started. That little duty done, she bagged up her dirty clothes and headed to the end of the block, where the laundry mat was. The place was really run down, but the people there were always nice and minded their own business. Cara caught up on the morning news while she washed her load of clothes then dried them.
    After dropping off her clothes off back in her room, she decided to treat herself to a trip to the world famous coffee shop here. It was one of her favorite places and she couldn't help but take a deep breath and enjoy the aroma. The line was around the corner but even the wait didn’t aggravate her today. The smell of fresh coffee and beignets were always worth the wait, in her opinion.
    When she finally made it to the counter, she ordered her treats and sat down in a small booth. Cara savored her coffee, not in a hurry to go back home. Grinning, she swiped away the powdered sugar that covered her shirt from the beignet. Looking around the overly crowded shop it still amazed her how many people filled this town even in what was supposed to be the off season. Stalling as long as she could, she reluctantly got up and decided to take a walk around.
    Bourbon Street was still so exciting to her even after the six months she'd been here. To her it seemed like most of the street performers in the world had shown up here just to put on a show for the crowds. The streets never seemed to sleep, so no matter what time of day or night people showed up, there were folks around. Wasting time, she stopped in several stores just glancing around hoping that soon she'd be able to buy some of the things she admired but couldn’t afford. After several more stops her feet were growing tired, and she decided a nap would probably be smart before work tonight. Walking back to her room, she laid down and almost instantly fell into a strange, deep sleep.
     
    Her dreams were clouded with Tears of Crimson and Rafe. In her dream she was a completely different person. Dressed in a black velvet dress that fell to her feet, her face was pale and her lips painted deep red. Rafe arrived and began kissing her passionately. When his fangs slid into her neck, she woke up panting. It took her several long minutes to catch her breath. The dream had been highly erotic and terrifying at the same time. She had erotic dreams before, at twenty one and still a virgin, she felt that was pretty normal. This dream had felt real though.
    Mentally she tried not to over think the fact that she was still a virgin. It wasn't as if men hadn't attempted to change her mind, she just hadn't met the man she felt worthy enough to share that gift with yet. Her granny had put the thought into her head since she was old enough to talk that making love was something you only did once you were married. Cara wasn't sure she would wait that long, but she felt it was only right to really be in love first. She had learned long ago to keep the status of her sexuality to herself. Most people thought it was old-fashioned to hold out for love.
    She remembered vividly the last time she had made the mistake of mentioning her untouched status to a so-called friend. Needless to say they were no longer friends after she called her a good two shoes, and laughed at her for holding out so long. Honestly she just didn't get what the fascination was with sex anyway. Until recently, and she wasn't willing to think about her new boss that much, she had never met a guy that could make her