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She laid
her head on Diandra's stomach, snuggling close. The relaxation didn't last
long. As soon as her eyes were closed, Diandra pounced. The two women got
little sleep that night.

 
Chapter Six
    Diandra heard RaeLynn's first cry and was up, through the
bedroom door, and standing by the crib in a blink. She stretched a bit,
unsurprised to find her muscles a bit sore after last night's activities. That
probably would not become a regular part of their lovemaking, but she was happy
to have tried something new. Maybe they could bring the ties out occasionally,
whenever the mood called for it, just to keep things interesting, she mused as
she changed Rae's diaper and laughed at the baby's gurgles and coos. She
chatted happily back as she often did, exchanging their version of
early-morning conversation. Lizbeth was already off to work, so the two of them
could start their day however they wished.
    She carried RaeLynn downstairs, letting her enjoy her footed
pajamas rather than dressing her for the day. They had nowhere to be, and her
daughter looked so pretty in the mint green jammies. She was just about to head
to the kitchen to make RaeLynn her bottle when the doorbell rang. Setting the
baby down in her playpen in the parlor, she headed for the door to find Adrian
waiting on the other side, suitcase in hand.
    "Hi, can I come in?" he asked politely. She looked
past him to find a beat-up car sitting at the curb. She couldn't even tell what
make and model it was, as the plastic pieces that cars generally come with had
been removed. The trunk was open, and she could see boxes inside. Great, she thought
to herself, looks like he's all ready to move in.
    She stepped to the side as an answer, one arm holding the
door open, the other one reluctantly extended in a welcoming manner. Adrian
walked in and set his bag to the floor. "Can we go into the parlor to talk
before I decide to unpack my car?" Diandra nodded her agreement, leading
the way before gesturing towards the armchair. She picked RaeLynn up from the
playpen where she was squirming and wiggling around wanting to say hello. She
sat her on the floor before curling up in her usual corner of the loveseat and
the baby quickly started over to Adrian.
    He picked RaeLynn up, bouncing her on his knee as he spoke.
"If you would rather I not take the job, please just say so."
    Diandra looked up in surprise before focusing on her baby to
avoid eye contact. "I have nothing against you. I don't even know
you," she said quietly.
    Adrian laughed, startling her into looking up once more.
"Look, may I be frank here?" At her nod he said, "That's
bullshit. You've had something against me from the moment I turned up on your
doorstep for the interview, and you went all tight-ass on me when you opened
the door to me today. I'd like this job, but I think being polite and quiet
isn't going to get it. I'm hoping honesty might."
    Diandra stared at him, unaware that her jaw was hanging open
slightly, shock written all over her face. "And you thought calling me a
tight ass and swearing at me might help?" Her voice was cold, as were her
eyes. He shivered slightly, squirming uncomfortably on the chair's cushion. She
thought he was like a rabbit trembling at the nearness of a wolf- she felt her
canines lengthen, becoming small fangs inside her mouth. Her throat was dry and
she struggled to hold back the change from woman to beast. Panic overwhelmed
her- she couldn't stop them from lengthening, and with a bit of horror she
realized she didn't know when she'd had her last drink.
    "Excuse me," she said, hurrying for the kitchen.
She wanted to scoop RaeLynn up and take her along, but that meant leaning over
Adrian and she feared her control wasn't good enough for that. Reluctantly she
hurried for the kitchen, snagging the keychain that unlocked the cabinet where
she kept her blood supply.
    She threw open the cabinet, searching frantically in the
back. She pulled out… nothing. Nothing? Seriously? How could