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and took his lips.
         Angel stiffened momentarily, taken by surprise, then returned her kiss.  Her lips were soft and gentle against his own, and they smelled of lime and alcohol.  He didn’t care.  Caressing her face with his hand, he deepened the kiss.  Trailing his tongue over her bottom lip and when she sighed, he darted into her mouth.  She tasted of margaritas and strawberries.  He could spend eternity drinking her in.  When she moaned lightly against his lips, he took her mouth harder,  bruising her delicate lips with the force of his kiss.  Her tongue darted out against his own, playfully dancing with each other.
         “It’s him!  I knew it!” a woman’s voice called out.
         “It really is!  It’s Angel!  Come on!” another shouted.
         Angel had been so engulfed with kissing Brea that he let go of his glamour.  Now everyone noticed him.  “I think I will have company in a few seconds,” he said.
     
         Brea righted herself in her chair, rubbing her lips as if she could still feel him there.  Her lips were swollen and wet.  Angel couldn ’t wait to taste her again.  Before he could cast another glamour, he was surrounded by women.  “Can I have your autograph?”  “Will you sign my chest?”  “Have you eaten tonight?  Drink me!”  He was so bombarded that he didn’t notice when Brea quietly slipped out of the club.             
     

FIVE
     
         Brea paced the apartment she shared with Brandon.  It was eight o’clock, her bag for the week was packed, and she was dressed in her best business attire.  She smoothed the knee length skirt and straightened the lapels on her jacket.  She didn’t know who would come for her, since she had run out of the night club without giving Angel the chance to explain.  And what had she been thinking!  Kissing him had been a mistake.  One she would not repeat.  This was a business deal, nothing more.  It was the alcohol.  It made her do things she wouldn’t normally do.  There would be no more of that, either.
         Brandon emerged from his bedroom quietly, draped in nothing more than a sheet.  He put his index finger to his lips in a silent sign to be quiet.  Brea wondered who, or what, was sleeping in that room.  One could never be certain with Brandon.  When the door softly clicked closed behind him, he turned to Brea with a mischievous smile. “Helluva night, how bout you?”
         “Interesting,” she mused.  “I’m going to be gone for about a week.  You gonna survive?”
         “Yeah, where ya off to?”
         “I’m going to be assisting that Angel guy for a week.”
         His eyes bulged and his sleepy expression was quickly replaced with shock.  “ The Angel?  The one you waited on?  Rock star extraordinaire?  Yummy, yummy Angel Knight?”
         “Yeah, that’s the one.  I know it’s short notice, but he’s paying me enough to pay all the bills for two months.  I can’t turn that down.”
         “What kind of ‘assisting’ are you going to be doing?” he asked, wagging his eyebrows at her.
         “I don’t know, exactly.  Something to do with him having some kind of special company, planning parties or something like that.  Hell, for what I’m getting paid, I don’t care what it is as long as he keeps his fangs off me.”
         “Just his fangs?”
     
         “Don’t be ridiculous!  I’m not a whore!” she snapped.
         “Didn’t say you were, I was only getting my facts straight.  He could touch me with his fangs, or anything else he wanted, for that matter.”
         “You are such a slut, you know that?”
         “Yeah, but you love me.”
         “It’s a good thing, too.” she laughed.  At least, living with Brandon was interesting.
         The buzzer rang and Brandon strolled over to press the button on the intercom.  “Yeah, who is it?”
         “I am