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invitation?”
    “Ah, the wonders of Hollywood.” He took a step closer and
she wished there was some way she could melt into the window and disappear. “Tell
me, Miss Daniels, do you always believe everything you see on television
without question?”
    “No. That would be a stupid thing to do.”
    “Then how can you pretend you know about my kind? In truth,
most of you closed-minded humans have no idea.”
    She rolled her eyes. In spite of her fear, this conversation
was getting out of hand. “You seem to be forgetting a very important fact. Vampires
are fiction! Everything about them is make-believe.”
    “You think so?” His lips curled into a humorless smile,
revealing gleaming white fangs that had to be almost an inch long.
    She blinked hard a few times, sure those hadn’t been there a
few seconds ago. Laughing shakily, she tried to make light of the situation. “Wow.
We could have used your makeup artist on the last film. Those are good. They
look almost real.”
    “Almost, huh?” He walked forward until his body was just
barely brushing against hers. “What would you do if I told you they’re very
real?”
    He ran his tongue along the fangs and she gulped in a
breath. They couldn’t be real. Vampires were just like every other thing termed
supernatural, a byproduct of someone’s vivid imagination.
    “What if I told you I’ve seen better?” She scoffed at the
fangs, but there was a little voice of doubt inside her. She stomped it to
death without much effort. “You have to let me go. Someone will come looking
for me sooner or later.”
    He shrugged. “I don’t see why. You’ve done nothing but yell
since you got here. If I were someone close to you, I’d be happy for the
vacation.”
    “You can’t talk to me that way! I’ve got an agent. I’ve got
a huge townhouse and a really big car. I’ve got a whole line of Midnight
merchandise with my picture all over it.” She narrowed her eyes for effect. “I’ve
got action figures! ”
    He laughed outright at that. “How nice for you. It must be
wonderful to be immortalized in eleven and a half inch plastic.”
    She didn’t find any of this very funny. “Say whatever you
want. You’re not even real. I probably bumped my head when I fell, and I’ll
wake up in my own home with a splitting headache.”
    “Trust me. I’m very real.” He leaned closer until his lips
brushed her neck. “And you may not be very hungry, but I am. I’m
thinking you would make a very nice meal.”
    Oh, God . This man was crazier than she thought. She’d
faced rabid, demented fans a time or two in her career, but she’d never been
about to be turned into someone’s bedtime snack.
    “Wait! Don’t do anything rash. Whatever it is you want from
me, we can work it out.”
    He said nothing, but she could feel his lips curl into a
smile against her
throat. She gulped, wondering what it would take to get him to back off.
    Or what it would take to get him closer.
    She took a deep breath and willed herself to concentrate on
the situation at hand. If she remained rational, she’d be able to find a way
out of this without getting hurt. Probably. “Who are you, anyway?”
    “Marco.”
    “What’s your last name?” Maybe she’d recognize the name from
some of those demented fan letters she got every so often.
    He shook his head. “Just Marco. I don’t normally use
anything else.”
    “Okay, Just Marco. Why don’t we make a deal.” She struggled
to keep the quiver out of her voice. He had to feel how hard her pulse was
pounding.
    “No deals.” He pressed his hands to the window, one on
either side of her head.
    She sighed, a little too close to the edge of insanity
herself. If she let her rational side slip one more notch, she was going to
totally lose it. “Please listen to me for a second. My life has been really, really bad lately. I lost my job and my fiancé in the same day, I haven’t been able to
find a decent job in months, and now this. I’m about