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case of any awkward silences, although I am sure there
won’t be any.
    My Vampire senses scan the room, finding Cole in seconds,
standing at the bar. Punctual. Good. I personally am always early. I make my
way over to him, confidence returning as every eye in the room is on me.
Vampires are very alluring and downright irresistible when a bit of effort is
put into it. Sensing me, he turns around and his eyes tighten and his lips part
as he sees me walking towards him. I stop in front of him and it takes him a
second to compose himself.
    "Hi," he breathes, taking my hand; he grazes his
lips over my knuckles. A tingle goes down my spine as I smile in return.
    "Hi," I say.
    "You look beautiful," he murmurs.
    "Thank you," I say, looking him straight in the
eye. No modesty from me. "And you look very handsome," I return the
compliment.
    He relaxes as the maître d’ ushers us to our table. The best
in the house pour moi , of course. This gives me a few seconds to take in
his gorgeousness. His eyes, so unusual, are dark blue this evening. I assume
that has something to do with the navy dress shirt he has on. He’s wearing
fitted navy pants that complete his outfit and show off his best features. The
man knows how to dress to impress, and I am impressed all right. He is all
kinds of good-looking.
    Once seated with menus on the table he smiles at me and I
just want him to kiss me with that sexy mouth.
    Stop that! I yell at myself and in order to bring my
racing libido in check I pick up the wine list to peruse. I tilt it towards him
and ask, "Do you mind?"
    He shakes his head, relieved to be free of that duty. I
motion to the sommelier. I don't need to look at the menu, as I know what I
want and order it in fluent French, much to the surprise of my date.
    "That's pretty impressive."
    I shrug it off. "It's nothing. I have an affinity for
languages. I find them easy to pick up.”
    "Languages, plural?" he asks.
    "Mm," I murmur noncommittally. How does one say to
a man you've just met that at only twenty-six, you speak twenty-two different
languages fluently and that two of them are dead?
    My Blackberry buzzes. Glancing at the Caller ID it flashes
“CK.” Oh shit.
    Smiling apologetically, I hold my finger up in an “I’ll just
be a minute” gesture. I answer in Italian, “ Hello, my sire. To what do I
owe this pleasure?”
    “Good evening, Liv,” CK’s glorious baritone comes down the
phone. “ I haven’t heard from you for a few days. Thought I’d check in,”
he says smoothly.
    Hm, interesting…
    “Everything is going well with your new… friend?” he
inquires innocently.
    Crap, there it is. He knows already. I sigh inwardly, of
course he does.
    “Couldn’t be better,” I say a little too jovially and
Constantine chuckles. He knows me too well.
    “Well, I can’t wait to make his acquaintance.”
    Oh, hell no!
    “Hm,” I murmur.
    “Are you going to Monaco?” he asks, his usual abrupt change
of subject startling me.
    I respond, “Si, of course .”
    He is referring to the Monte Carlo Grand Prix that I attend
every year.
    “ Good . I will see you there then, my dear.”
    “You’re going?” I swallow nervously. CK barely leaves the
confines of his beloved Italy unless he absolutely has to.
    “I am,” he states.
    “Okay, great. I will see you in a couple of weeks. I miss
you,” I add suddenly. It has been too long since I have seen him this time.
    “I miss you too, my sweet,” he sounds pleased. “Now have a
fun night with your friend. Ti amo.”
    “Yes, my sire,” I say as one would say “Yes, Dad” and roll
my eyes. “I love you too.”
    “So you also speak fluent Italian?” Cole asks, as I hang up.
    “Yes,” I smile up at him, conscious of the short answer.
    “Hm, languages indeed. Anymore I should know about?” he asks
jokingly.
    “We’ll see.”
    “So whom do you tell that you love them in Italian?” he asks
feigning innocence.
    What? He was listening… and furthermore, he