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If she was volunteering, who was he to refuse?
    Memories of previous lovers rose unbidden, but he ignored the warning. He wouldn’t hurt her and one night wouldn’t break her mind. One minute with her and she’d broken his will.
    “What are we waiting for, Claire?”

Chapter Three
     
    Claire smiled while her stomach spun like a ballerina. This was not part of her original plan. Her plan had ended two minutes ago, even if she had wanted it to go on. This was his plan.
    She raised one brow as if daring him and not herself. “What are you waiting for, Absinthe?”
    Without a word or touch, Absinthe led her out the back door of The Red C. His driver and car waited. Claire stopped at the threshold, her foot keeping the door open. While sex in the club was safe, leaving for somewhere else, no matter how tempting, was dangerous.
    “Where are we going?” She managed to keep her voice from betraying her nerves. There was a big difference between hooking up for fun and continuing. But the magic burning in her body wanted company—not that he was using his at the moment.
    “The Orion.” Absinthe opened the rear car door and turned to look at her. He extended a hand to Claire.
    She eyed the sleek silver car and the waiting Vampire. Dressed all in black except white skull-and-crossbones-print sneakers, he looked like sin made flesh. It was a ride she couldn’t refuse. She took a step and the door to the club slammed shut behind her.
    In a few paces, she closed the distance and took his hand. This time he didn’t pull away, his fingers curled around hers. She slid into the car, thankful it was a sedan and not a 4WD given that her underwear was on the floor of the change room, never to be seen again.
    As soon as the door closed, the car pulled away. Neither of them spoke, they just watched each other. Unable to stand it any longer, Claire broke first and placed her booted legs across Absinthe’s lap, well aware he could see perfectly well in the dark and up her skirt.
    He pushed her knees apart a fraction. “Make it worthwhile.”
    Her heart skipped a beat, but she didn’t close her legs and he kept his eyes on her face. Absinthe half smiled, his fingers toyed with the lace on her boot, twisting the tail of the bow around his finger as if his fingers were so used to moving they couldn’t keep still.
    The driver interrupted the silence. “Front or back, sir?”
    Absinthe ran a finger nail down the length of her boot. “Back.”
     
    He glanced at Claire, but she didn’t give any sign of concern. Her pulse was bouncing along in a gleeful expectation of fulfilled lust. His hand slid higher to her knee, letting is fingers trail over the soft skin of her inner thigh. Her gaze lowered to watch his hand.
    How far would she let him go?
    Because of who he was, they usually let him do anything he wanted. She was only here because of who he was, and any other night she wouldn’t have looked twice at him in a club. He winced at his own bitterness. Maybe she would’ve, but she wouldn’t have been so compliant.
    A few more weeks of shows and then Absinthe wouldn’t exist anymore.
    He much preferred Absinthe to William or any of the other names he’d used over the years. Absinthe was untouchable, whereas he was far too fragile. Inviting her back was dangerous. His hand slid higher up her thigh and she drew in a breath.
    She’d already tasted his magic, but he let it free again. The spell crawled over her skin, caressing where he couldn’t reach. Her eyes narrowed as if she knew what he was doing. Maybe she did. She knew about Vampires, maybe she knew about magic too.
    In one fluid motion, she shifted and sat on his lap, her knees resting on the seat, her breasts in front of his face. He gripped her hips and pulled her against him so she could feel his cock pressing against his pants. Claire gasped, her lips parting. They’d look very nice wrapped around his shaft.
    Later.
    She wanted a more personal experience, that’s what