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    “Nice car.” I was mostly being polite. It was nice and the leather was soft against my lower thigh, but that was the extent of opinion I had on it.
    “Thank you.” He pulled out of the spot and started meandering down toward what I assumed was the exit. “I like it.”
    “I don’t mean to be rude, but why are so many of the vampires here sporting the mom mobiles?”
    He barked out a laugh. I wasn’t wrong, it was mom mobile central. “This is actually the employee lot, not the customer lot. I would venture a guess that it has never been described as anything mom related.”
    “So you’re an employee.”
    We pulled out of the garage and turned in the opposite direction from Arabella’s. It was dusk, and while I knew certain vampires could handle some sunlight or possibly more than some, it still went against all of my vampire novels that we were traveling out while the sun was still partially in the sky.
    “Disappointed?”
    “Curious more than anything.” Why would I be disappointed? And then I thought back to the car. Was he used to women who wanted him for his money? I was, after all, the ideal candidate for money stealing freak. I was dirt poor and desperate.
    “I’m more of an investor.”
    He didn’t elaborate so I dropped it and just watched as he wove through the city traffic. I never had a car and if I lived here, I sure wouldn’t want one. The traffic was pretty intense and people seemed to think their indicators were only for when they felt like it. “Where are we going?”
    “You look too stunningly gorgeous not to show off.” His hand landed on my knee and I itched to grab it with mine. Not to push it away. No, I liked it there, just fine. I just wanted to feel more of him, which was beyond inappropriate and nothing like me. “So I was thinking dinner.”
    “You don’t eat…” And there I was tasting the wonderful soles of my borrowed shoes. Of course he wanted to see if I was worth the training. He was an investor and he wouldn’t want to invest in someone who tasted like mud. “…Oh you mean—”
    “No.” His voice was adamant and I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. “I don’t mean you, I meant a restaurant with food and wine and if we are lucky, live music.”
    “You make it sound like a date.” If circumstances were different I would be all over the opportunity to go on a real date, but right now, I needed to land the job or start training or whatever came next. The whole situation had me in a fog and his hand on my thigh didn’t help.
    “I meant it to sound that way.” He pulled to the side of the road, somehow scoring a parking spot during the craziness that was the traffic we had been working through.
    “But I was there for a job, not a date.” The last word came out like a whisper. It was true, I did go there for a job and that was the number one thing I needed, but that didn’t mean I wanted to say no to this. I had to, though, not that the words would form.
    “And if you still want one after our date, you are more than welcome to have one.”
    If —there was that word again. If I want the job. There was no if to it. I needed the job.
    “I need one,” I confessed in hushed tones.
    “Why is that?” He turned my face so I was no longer staring at the bumper in front of me. His eyes held me captive.
    “What do you mean?” I swallowed deeply, trying to avoid licking my lips. “Why does anyone need a job?”
    “Yes, but not everyone had a full scholarship to college.” That had not been in my application and it wasn’t something I liked to think about. Ever. “And ended up working two full-time jobs with nothing to show for it instead.” That was where he was wrong. I had something to show for it. My sister was taken care.
    “You did some research.” I didn’t want this conversation. Not now, not ever. I had planned on just saying I had debt and calling it good. I assumed Madame Victoria would assume financial debt and brush it off.