Page 85 of The Silver Fox Vampire

“My driver will bring you to my residence after dark. Glyde Street. Number 13. Yes, I know, unlucky number if you’re superstitious. He will park in the garage, and you will enter the house through the elevator.”

“That sounds very illicit.”

His lips twitched. “Covert, I think you mean.”

Clare smirked. “That too.”

“I will cook dinner for you—if you would like that.”

Clare felt her cheeks heating. “Ah… yes, that would be, um, very pleasant.”

Pleasant.It sounded like she’d just accepted a cup of Earl Grey tea from a Tween lady, rather than agreed to a vampire sucking her blood.

“You will have the guest room, and you will lock the door afterward.” His face tightened. He lowered his voice to a husky whisper, “because Clare—I cannot trust myself around you afterward.”

Clare’s skin prickled from her scalp to her toes, and heat spread like honey between her legs.

The idea that he could not resist her made all the crazy hopes she’d tried to silence dance like fairy flies in her stomach.

She felt herself blushing. “That sounds like a plan. Now, I have notes to write up sir. I—I should go.”

“Sure. Go.” But he said it softly, like he wanted her to stay.

Reluctantly, she moved toward the door.

“And Clare. One more thing.”

“Yes?”

“Do you eat red meat?”

She couldn’t help beaming over her shoulder. “Yes, sir, I do.”

“Then I will see you this evening for dinner at seven pm. My driver, Brian will call your phone when he is outside your apartment.”

A shiver of anticipation passed down her spine, swirled low in her belly.

It was really happening.

She would be Anna Somers by day, and his accomplice by night.

Tonight, he would cook for her in the privacy of his home… and then…

Oh goddess. It almost felt like a date.

CHAPTER 25

Oliver juggled the pans on the stove, then checked inside the oven. His roasted vegetables were crisping up beautifully. He huffed out a sigh of relief, ruffled a hand through his hair.

Gods, it had been a long time since he’d cooked dinner for a guest. He’d forgotten how many components were involved.

When he’d first joined the police force, in the golden days of his career, he’d often entertained colleagues. He’d even cooked meals for the occasional fae he’d dated, but then they’d started viewing him as potential husband material, so he’d stopped. No way that was ever going to happen.

But now, with Clare due to arrive at any minute, he was nervous as a kitten.

Focus, man.

As he went to the fridge and brought out the beautifully marbled steaks, he forced his brain to return to a logical analysis of the situation.