Damek's Redemption: Legacy, Book 6 (8 page)

Her brothers would kill her if they ever found out she’d come to a place like this by herself. Her father would try to ground her even though she’d been living on her own for years.

Damek was in front of her in the blink of an eye. She practically fell back into her chair she was so startled. How had he moved that fast?

“Have dinner with me. We will talk.”

She nibbled her bottom lip. “I don’t know.” Common sense dictated she go back to her hotel, but the wild woman inside her wanted to have dinner with this intriguing, totally unacceptable man. He ran a nightclub with a reputation for wildness, while she worked at a university.

“I promise, I don’t bite.” He paused and added, “Unless asked.” His bedroom voice promised all kinds of erotic pleasures and she caught the glint of his teeth when he smiled. “Please.”

She was going to regret this. “It has to be somewhere casual. I’m not going back to my hotel to change.”

Damek picked up the phone off his desk and hit a button. “Bring the car around back.”

Sonia swallowed hard. What the hell had she just done? It wasn’t too late to change her mind. One second she was determined to be sensible, the next she was agreeing to go to dinner with him. But there was something so darn sexy about Damek that made it impossible for her to be her normal logical self. The way he looked at her as though he found her utterly fascinating, the exotic cadence of his voice when he spoke, drew her like a moth to the proverbial flame.

Dangerous. That was the word that best described him.

She could still leave, go back to her hotel and forget she’d ever met Damek. And she was lying to herself if she thought she wasn’t going to have dinner with him.

Reading what little she could find out about him and his club online had fascinated her enough to travel here to meet him. In person, he was mesmerizing. No way was she going to miss out on an opportunity to actually talk to him. And they were going out to eat in a public place. Nothing untoward would happen to her.

And if she repeated that enough to herself, she might actually believe it. Not that she thought he’d physically hurt her, because for some unexplained reason she didn’t. But her intuition was screaming that her life would never be the same if she went with him.

“Are you ready?” There were so many layers to that question that Sonia wasn’t sure she wanted to answer it. She settled for simply nodding. Again, his lips quirked up at the corners in amusement, but he made no further comment as he placed his hand on the small of her back and led her to the door.

The huge bouncer appeared from out of nowhere, his eyes raking over her before settling on Damek.

“Byron, I will be out with Ms. Agostino until later.”

The bouncer nodded. “I’ll take care of everything, boss. No worries.”

“I never worry with you in charge.” Damek put pressure on the small of her back and guided her away from the club and down another corridor.

“Where are we going?” It was dark and quiet, with only the faintest hint of noise from the club. She swallowed hard as they went deeper into the unknown depths of the building.

“Back door. It’s easier for Jerome to bring the car around.”

That made sense, but didn’t ease the butterflies swirling in her stomach. A door with a red neon sign that read
EXIT
came into view, and Sonia breathed a sigh of relief. Of course there was another entrance. There were probably several in a building this size, for fire regulations if nothing else. She had to get a grip on herself and her wild imagination.

Damek paused in front of the door, drew out a pair of dark sunglasses and slid them on his face, covering his eyes. That gave her pause and made her wonder why he was wearing sunshades when it was early evening. Maybe he had sensitive eyes or maybe he didn’t want to be recognized. Both were legitimate reasons.

The sun hadn’t gone down yet, she reminded herself. Vampires couldn’t be out in the sunlight, at least that was what everything she’d read indicated. Of course, there was a lot unknown about vampires. The young ones were usually wild at best and the older ones tended to keep to themselves.

He punched the door open and hustled her outside. Thick gray clouds obscured the sun
,
giving the day a dark, dull appearance and making it seem later than it actually was. She glanced at Damek but his eyes were on the vehicle waiting for them.

And what a vehicle it was. It wasn’t quite a stretch limo, but it was close. It was certainly much larger than a regular car. The door was open and a uniformed man stood waiting for them. As Damek spoke softly to the driver, Sonia slid onto buttery soft seats and breathed in the rich scent of the black leather. A privacy screen separated the driver from the passenger area. The windows were tinted dark but a dim light allowed her to see the interior.

The door closed with a solid thunk, leaving her and Damek alone in the enclosed space. But to give him credit, he wasn’t crowding her. She caught a hint of sandalwood, most likely from his soap, and wanted to rub her nose against his neck. Probably not a good idea. Scratch that. Definitely not a good idea. Professional, she reminded herself. Be professional.

“Would you like something to drink?” Damek interrupted her thoughts with his offer and she shook her head. She needed her wits about her if she was going to keep their dinner on an even keel. It would be far too easy to fall under this man’s seductive spell.

“Are you sure?” He opened a mini fridge that was built into the area behind the driver’s seat. “There are both red and white wines or you could have some champagne.” He took out a bottle with Cristal written on the label. She wasn’t much of a drinker, but even she knew that name and it didn’t come cheap.

Classical music was quietly being piped into the space through unseen speakers. She didn’t recognize it, but she wasn’t all that familiar with classical music. Classic rock and pop were more her speed. Whatever it was, it was soothing and romantic. She would have preferred a rousing march or something faster and louder, anything to disturb the cocoon of intimacy he was building around them.

She might not have dated all that much, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew when a man was setting the stage for a seduction, and this had all the earmarks of one—a quiet dinner, a limo, soft music, champagne on the way to the restaurant.

The sound of a quiet pop brought her attention back to Damek. He’d opened the bottle and was already pouring some of the golden liquid into a crystal champagne flute, which he’d pulled out of a velvet-lined drawer next to the fridge.

“Try some. You don’t have to finish it if you don’t like it.” Like the most practiced sommelier, he handed her the glass.

It would be a shame not to at least try it. After all, he’d opened the bottle just for her, and on her salary she wouldn’t be buying a bottle of the stuff anytime soon. She had her fingers clutched tight around her purse so she disengaged them and set her bag on the seat beside her. She licked her lips and reached for the glass, trying not to notice how her hand trembled as she took it. She hoped he wouldn’t notice but had a feeling he was the kind of man who didn’t miss anything.

She brought the glass to her lips and took a sip. The bubbles tickled her tongue and the golden liquid flowed down her throat. “Oh, this is wonderful.” She’d never tasted anything quite like it and knew she would never forget it. On the sinful scale, it rated right up there with dark Belgian chocolate.

“I’m glad you like it.”

His low voice set off tiny explosions in the nerve endings in her body, making all of them come alive with anticipation. It was then she noticed he wasn’t drinking champagne. He’d poured himself a dark red wine instead. He swirled the liquid in the crystal glass, the blood-red color glinting off the interior lights.

“You’re not having champagne?”

Damek shook his head. “It’s not to my taste. I prefer a full-bodied drink.” He put the wineglass to his lips and drank. His throat rippled as he swallowed and her gazed followed the strong column of muscle until it disappeared into the neck of his shirt.

She’d seen men drink before, but never had she found it such an erotic activity. Sonia took another sip of champagne, touched that he would open the bottle of such an expensive vintage just for her.

Her eyes narrowed the more she thought about it. “I’m not sleeping with you,” she blurted out. Some men thought if they bought drinks and dinner it paid for their way into her bed. Better to rid him of that notion right now before their night went any further.

Damek seemed startled by her declaration, then he threw back his head and laughed. Heat crept up her cheeks as it occurred to her he might not even be all that attracted to her. Maybe the flirting came natural to him. And how depressing was that.

Obviously, he was a rich guy and used to things like fancy cars and champagne. Just because she dreamed about him and thought he looked like sex on a stick didn’t mean he felt the same way about her.

Sonia was mortified and bent her head to study her shoes. “Maybe you should drop me off at my hotel.” Better to leave now than to keep humiliating herself.

His laugher ceased and he caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger, applying pressure until she looked at him. “I am not laughing at what you said, Sonia, but at your spontaneity. It is so refreshing.”

“I’ll bet,” she groused. He probably had beautiful, sophisticated women throwing themselves at him all the time. No wonder an ordinary academic amused him. She was different from what he was used to.

He ran his thumb over her cheek and shook his head. “Make no mistake, my sweet. I want you.” She gasped as his thumb traced her bottom lip, leaving it tingling in his wake. “But when you come to my bed it will be of your own free will and not because I expect it or bought you dinner or plied you with expensive champagne.”

Struck speechless once again, a feat that would no doubt shock her family to their core, Sonia said nothing. Her hands clung to the delicate stem of her champagne goblet as the smell of leather and Damek surrounded her. She was afraid to move, afraid she might actually throw herself at him and tell him to skip dinner.

He wanted her. He’d said when she came to his bed, not if.

Holy cow. That was something to wrap her head around. It was one thing to have an erotic dream about the man, quite another to hear him say he wanted her in such a low, seductive manner that made her cream her panties.

Damek leaned in closer and she wished he wasn’t wearing dark glasses, wished she could see his eyes. Their noses were almost touching and his breath was warm on her lips. “We’re here.” He sat back, drained his wineglass and set it aside.

Sonia turned her head away and sucked in a deep breath. She was in way over her head with this man, but she no longer cared. They would have dinner and she would ask her questions of him.

After that, well, only time would tell.

Chapter Six

Damek breathed a sigh of relief as the blood he’d drunk sank into his cells, feeding his relentless hunger. He was thankful for the sunglasses, knowing his eyes had probably been tinged with red, as he’d been so tempted to kiss her, to lick her soft skin. With his preternatural sense of sound, he could hear her blood rushing through her veins, a lure, an offering. Hear the catch of her breath and the flutter of her pulse.

And her scent was driving him to distraction. It wasn’t expensive perfume, but the honest smell of woman and soap, tinged with the delicate aroma of arousal. It mingled with the rich tang of grapes from the champagne and the leather from the seats. He inhaled deeply, pulling it into his lungs.

Sonia was both nervous and excited at the same time, and if she held on to the stem of her glass any tighter she was going to shatter the delicate crystal. He reached out, plucked the champagne flute from her hand and set it beside his empty wineglass.

The short drive from the club had been both a pleasure and sheer torture, but it had also insured that if John Barnes were still watching her, he would have no idea she’d left through a back entrance of Inhibitions with him. The vampire hunter would have to assume she was still in the club unless he went in looking for her. And even if he did, he wouldn’t know where she went. For now, she was safe.

His gaze was drawn once again to Sonia with her barely restrained black, curly hair and deep gray eyes that seemed to see far more than was comfortable for him. There was something about Sonia, her unrestrained thoughts and her obvious pleasure in the champagne that warmed him. And for a vampire, there was no bigger lure than a woman who could steal the chill from his soul and replace it with something else, something that made him believe his soul wasn’t quite as bankrupt as he believed.

It was dangerous to hope, but Damek found he couldn’t help himself. He’d long ago learned the trick of living in the minute, for the past was a graveyard littered with thousands of people he’d known, and the future was endless. That was what he planned to do with Sonia—live in the moment. They would have dinner and conversation and, if things went well, their evening would continue.

But it was entirely up to her. He would take nothing she did not give freely.

The car came to a stop and moments later the door opened and his driver stepped back. Damek climbed out and offered Sonia his hand. “Come.”

She grabbed her large purse and slung the strap over her shoulder before taking his hand. He closed his fingers over hers and helped her from the limo. The sun hadn’t quite sunk all the way but it was hidden behind the surrounding buildings and would soon disappear. He could feel the prickle of the rays on the exposed skin of his face but it was manageable as long as he didn’t stay outside for too long.