Page 3 of Suck This

I had a good job that I made six figures a year at, and I spent frugally. Meaning I didn’t buy stupid shit, and I didn’t go out to eat unless Keisha dragged me out the door by my hair.

Then again, I didn’t go much of anywhere after six in the evening since the vamps had come out to the world.

At first, everyone had gone into apocalypse mode, but over time, as they saw that the vamps weren’t going to eat them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner—at least no more than they already had been previously—things slowly went back to normal.

However, I was a crime scene tech and saw the worst of the worst when it came to Austin, Texas.

It wasn’t just because of the vampires that I hated going out. It was because of the regular psychos, too.

“Drink your half a glass of wine, and let’s dance,” Keisha ordered from the seat beside me.

I drank my wine like one would a shot, and then set the delicate glass down on the counter before standing up.

“Okay,” I grumbled.

Anything to get away from this bar, and away from the man that was still in my line of sight.

The same man that I saw sucking on the neck of a bottled blonde not even three seconds before.

Something techno came on just as we entered the dance floor, and I started to sway my hips as Keisha backed up to my ass and did her own thing.

I was lost in the feel of the music, completely unaware of my surroundings when I felt someone come up beside me.

At first, I didn’t react.

But the moment the stranger at my side touched my hair, I started to have a minor freak out.

“Hey,” I snapped, jerking my hair away from the man.

He was a vamp.

Fuckin’ a! I’d never seen so many vampires in the same place before!

“Please don’t touch me.” I moved so Keisha was now at my side instead of my back, causing her to become aware of the situation.

Keisha, knowing I was uncomfortable, waved her hand at the man. She never met a stranger.

“Hi!”

The man scowled. “I wasn’t talking to you.”

He turned back to me, and Keisha’s back straightened. “But I… was talking… to you.”

Keisha and I backed up as the man advanced, not stopping until we were physically blocked.

Keisha by the table, and me by falling into someone’s lap.

I turned, ready to apologize, and froze when those wolf blue eyes peered at me through dark lashes.

Constantine Worth.

I was in Constantine Worth’s lap.

Sweet baby Jesus.