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with the other.
    ―Are you upset I‘m here?‖ I asked. ―I couldn‘t wait another day.‖
    ―I just woke up,‖ he said self-consciously, wiping one eye with the back of his hand. ―I would have preferred a little warning.‖ His stern demeanor then softened. He looked sexy, his long hair tousled and his clothes still askew. Even in the darkness Alexander lit up the room. A warm smile overcame his sleepy face.
    ―I missed you so much I couldn‘t breathe,‖ I said, daring to run to him.
    ―Me too,‖ he said, now gazing down at me. He brushed my hair away from my cheek, pulled me into him, and swept me up in his arms. I hugged him around his neck, and my black-fingernailed hands coursed through his silky black hair. He leaned into me and kissed me, passionately, like I‘d dreamed about night after night since he left the Mansion. Alexander took my neck in his mouth, like a wolf would a swan. The sharp edge of his teeth slid against my skin, then he suddenly pulled back.
    ―Miss Raven? Miss Raven?‖ Jameson called from below.
    Alexander let me down. His red eyes faded to their natural brown. He seemed shaken, but I held his hand reassuredly. I knew I was safe in his arms.
    ―She‘s up here with me, Jameson,‖ Alexander answered.
    ―I thought she might have gotten lost. Dinner is ready.‖
    ―I was just on my appetizer,‖ he whispered to me with a wink.
    ―Desserts are even better,‖ I said, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

    I felt as tiny as a Polly Pocket doll in a Barbie Dream House as I sat alone at the limousine-length table in the stately and stark mile-high-ceilinged dining room. A black lace tablecloth was draped over the stone tabletop, and a single candelabra flickered as the centerpiece. The macabre table was set with Wedgwood china plates, sterling silver cutlery, and crystal goblets—everyday settings for my vampire boyfriend. The Madison family ate this fancy only once a year, when my grandmother dusted off her china and made Christmas dinner; otherwise it was strictly Pfaltzgraff.
    My combat boots grazed the patched wooden floor as I anxiously swung them back and forth underneath the table, impatiently waiting for Alexander‘s entrance. I was hoping a ghost would float by to keep me company, but no specters arrived. Soon I sensed a familiar presence behind me, followed by hands caressing my shoulders.
    I felt two lips press against my neck. I grew so hot I thought I‘d melt the ice cubes in my crystal goblet. The ends of Alexander‘s midnight-colored hair were still damp from a quick shower and brushed against the back of my bare shoulder. He smelled heavenly with the sweet scents of Drakkar and Irish Spring.
    ―I shouldn‘t have barged in on you like that,‖ I apologized as he stood next to me. ―You are a much better sport than I am,‖ I added. ―I‘m not sure how I would have reacted if I woke up and found you watching me.‖

    ―I know exactly how you would have reacted.‖ Alexander made a Godzilla-like monster face and we both cracked up knowing he was right.
    Alexander moved his chair and place setting next to mine. Jameson entered the room pushing a squeaky-wheeled metal cart carrying a covered sterling silver serving tray. He removed the lid to reveal two sizzling, dripping red steaks.
    ―I took the liberty of cooking yours medium-well,‖ Jameson said, serving me. ―I assumed you didn‘t like yours as rare as Alexander‘s.‖
    I glanced over at Alexander‘s plate. The barely cooked strip steak was almost floating in a pool of blood.
    ―Mine is perfect,‖ I said with an oversized grin.
    ―Isn‘t it a nice surprise that Raven has come to town?‖ Jameson asked, spooning out steaming-hot buttered peas.
    ―It‘s the perfect way to wake up,‖ Alexander said with a twinkle in his eyes.
    ―Will there be anything else?‖
    ―I think we are fine,‖ Alexander stated.
    I scooted my chair even closer to Alexander‘s. I couldn‘t believe that my boyfriend, who