the beautiful, pale blue that she remembered from when he was a child, though she readily admitted the term “child” hardly applied to the strapping man that stood at the front of the classroom.
His conservative navy blue slacks and tie looked professorial, while his white Oxford shirt fit snugly to his muscled chest, further accentuating his athletic build. Caleb’s pleasing appearance was completely unexpected, and she felt an immediate dual desire rise within her. Part of her appreciated him sexually, while another part was sizing up her prey. She still considered humans as prey, even though her hunting activities were curbed many years ago by the easy access to blood bank supplies. Somehow blending into society was easier if she weren’t being hunted by humans for draining people of their blood.
Oh Caleb, how you’ve changed since I last saw you , she contemplated as another wave of desire washed through her.
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Caleb continued to call roll. “Jill Parker, Melvin Peterson…
“Katrina Rawlings?” he queried in a friendly tone.
“Here,” a firm, but silky voice answered as he looked up to meet the face hosting such an enchanting tone.
When his eyes fell upon Katrina, he nearly lost his breath. He guessed that she was in her mid-to-late twenties. Her pale features were punctuated by deep green eyes and shoulder-length red hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. She wore a pair of stylish black denim jeans and an emerald cami. A gold Greek key necklace adorned the pale skin of her neck. She could easily have been a fashion model. But, much to his surprise, the most notable aspect about her was her eyes. He could see her beautiful emerald eyes from the front of the classroom staring back at him in a penetrating manner.
His pause was somewhat noticeable, and he swallowed once to moisten his throat before forcing himself to glance down with a raised eyebrow and continue calling roll. A few students turned around to glance back at Katrina, the men’s eyes lingering before turning back to the front.
Following roll call, Caleb passed out a copy of the course syllabus to each student. When he arrived at the back of the room to hand a copy to Katrina, his hand was starting to shake slightly, so he simply placed the paper onto the table before her.
Her hand reached out deliberately to retrieve the syllabus without taking her eyes from his. The left corner of her mouth started to curl into an amused smile. He forced himself to look away and return to the front of the room, noticing that his pulse was elevated slightly. After pausing to regain his focus, he discussed the syllabus information, textbook, and the course objectives. Caleb dismissed the class early and watched as Katrina rose quickly, departing before anyone else.
He exchanged pleasantries with some students following class, but would later be unable to recall anything he said. He was still somewhat mesmerized by the beautiful woman who had sat in the back of the class. Wow , he thought wildly while walking down the hall. That was unexpected .
Yet, even considering her beautiful appearance and penetrating eyes, there was something nagging at the back of his mind. She somehow seemed familiar to him, but he couldn’t quite place why. It was as if some tidbit of recognition was on the tip of his memory, yet masked behind a dark curtain.
A couple of younger male students walked behind him, and one asked the other, “Hey man, did you get a look at the redhead in back? I’d tap that in a second!”
W ith my luck she’ll probably drop the class ,Caleb thought silently as he made his way down the stairs. Still, he already couldn’t wait until Wednesday evening.
He arrived at his office and found his girlfriend, Melanie Baxter, waiting for him. They had been dating regularly for about six months. She was a records specialist at the state’s Department of Public Safety office downtown, where he’d met her while paying a traffic ticket. Melanie was