Saved By Blood (The By Blood Vampire Series Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

sorry?”
     
    “No, I’m sorry.  I must be mistaken.  For a minute I thought that you were trying to get me to come home with you.  Was I mistaken?”
     
    At least he had the decency to look surprised and a little bit taken aback.  She had a suspicion that he wasn’t used to people talking back to him like that.  Actually, it seemed pretty likely that he had never been turned down after propositioning a girl.  He was honestly that good looking and even as annoyed as she was, she could see that it was hard to turn down a guy who looked like a more mysterious version of Brad Pitt.
     
    It was probably one of the reasons she was so annoyed by the whole thing.  Even in her current state, part of her wanted to say yes.  She could still feel his strange hands on her back and smell his musk lingering on her clothes.  It was distracting.  It made her feel slightly drunk and off kilter and that was the most annoying part of all.
     
    She didn’t want to be the kind of girl who got her head turned so easily by a good looking man.  She was twenty-seven years old.  She wasn’t a baby or some giggly high school girl.  She hadn’t even been that girl when she had been in high school.  She had literally never before had such a physical reaction to her attraction for a man and her immediate reaction to it was to rebel.  There was not a chance on God’s green earth that she was just going to melt because this pretty boy had made a move on her.  She was going to go home.  That was what she was going to do.
     
    “So you’re offended.  That I want to spend time with you.  Interesting.”
     
    “Interesting?”  Ugh, the response was dripping with condescension which made her feel even angrier.  Just who the hell did this guy think he was?
     
    “Yes, interesting.  Most people are flattered when another person expresses interest in or appreciation for them.  You seem to operate differently.”
     
    “I guess I do.  Can you let me go now?”
     
    He held on for another minute and despite the pervasive cold of his skin, Megan felt nothing but heat.  There was a renewed sense of that electricity she had felt upon their first physical contact and she was afraid that if he didn’t let go soon, she would cave.
     
    She would throw out all of that indignation she had just expressed to herself and she would do exactly what he was asking her to.  But he dropped his hand and then she was free.  Free of the physical constraints he represented and clear of the fogging effect he had on her brain.  She took a quick step forward and then she was halfway to the sidewalk.
     
    She was on her way and she wasn’t going to look back.  She was NOT going to look back but then he cleared his throat, so quietly that she wasn’t sure it had actually happened at all, and then turning back was exactly what she did.  She was several feet away from him now but looking into his eyes still resulted in such a strong pull that she almost went right back to the place where she had just stood. 
     
    “What?!  What do you want?”
     
    “Nothing.  I want nothing from you.  I only wanted to tell you that I live in that cream house off Carriage Lane. In case you change your mind and decide you want that drink after all.  I’ll be up, there’s no need to worry about that.  I’m a bit of a night owl.”
     
    She gave an exasperated snort of disbelief and turned away from him, walking in the opposite direction as quickly as her legs could carry her.  This time she really didn’t look back but she didn’t need to to know that he was still standing there and watching her go.
     
    She thought that he would probably do that until she was completely out of sight.  Was he expecting her to turn back again?  He probably realized that if she did she would really be a goner.  It felt pretty obvious to her, which was why she made such a furious point of not doing it even though now there was another reason for her to want to