"Well," Bastian remarked, his voice ruff. "I usually try to keep it in my pants when I'm talking to my staff but if you're that desperate…" He winked at her.
"I… Um…No…" Twyla mumbled, blushing. She shook her head. They were sitting so close. She could feel his knee almost touching hers. She tried to move her leg and it hit his. Sparks flew up her thigh and buzzed at her crotch.
A swirl of air blew in from the kitchen and left a crystal tumbler in front of Bastian. He drank it in one go. His fangs protruded all the way and Twyla swallowed hard as she watched him lick the tips clean.
He was drinking blood, human blood, and here she was being turned on. She could feel her nipples harden already.
He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. "We do need to get through breakfast with our clothes on."
"I didn't say anything," Twyla complained, even though she was squirming already.
