VET Vampire Romance 01 - Covet

she feared for him and for herself, but it was too late to turn back now. They had crossed the line and she was going to make the most of every second she had with Javier. She would savour them all and would face her master with him when the time came.
    Lilah grabbed her broom and her cleaning equipment, tucked the seat covers under her arm, and hurried from the box. She raced along the red-walled hallway heading for the stairs down to the next floor, and then the next. When she reached the bottom, she dumped the covers in the waiting trolley and dropped her red plastic box and broom. She shoved the mahogany doors that led to backstage and rushed through them.
    It was pandemonium backstage. The vampires from tonight’s performance were discussing the show and the two males who had been with the human females paused to watch her as she passed. One of them wiped the back of his hand across his bloodied mouth and sniffed. Lilah kept her head down and kept moving, aware that they could smell Javier on her. Her cheeks blazed. She wished they could smell him inside her as she had wanted him to be. She broke into a run, passing the stacks of props, and reached the other side of the stage. She didn’t stop running until she had reached Javier’s office on the ground floor. Her hand shook as she knocked. No answer.
    She hesitated before opening the door. He wasn’t there.
    Lilah closed the door and headed through the black-walled double-height room to the stairs. She had cleaned the apartments of the owners once before and knew where his was. She moved as quickly as her legs could carry her but they were tiring now, weak from supporting her in an unusual position while Javier had driven her to the most mind-blowing orgasm she’d ever had.
    She slowed to a walk as she reached the top floor of the building and the beautifully decorated black and gold hallway that ran between the four large apartments. Lilah hesitated when a snarl sounded from one of the rooms close to her. It wasn’t Javier. His apartment was at the end of the corridor.
    She held her breath and snuck towards the door, afraid that it would open. She knew who lived in that apartment. When she had come to clean them that one time, the vampire who occupied it had turned her away, telling her that it wasn’t safe for her to be around him. She had never seen anything like him. His overlong white hair and startling red eyes had shocked her.
    Snow.
    She had heard all sorts of rumours about him since then. He was old and dangerous, prone to dark moods in which he could drain three humans dry and still hunger for more. His brother was the only one allowed in his room. He was liable to kill anyone else who tried to enter.
    Lilah pressed against the wall opposite and didn’t look back when she was past his door. She hurried to the end of the hall and knocked on the mahogany panelled door there.
    No one answered.
    Lilah knocked again.
    The door finally opened and Javier stood before her.
    Her nerve failed and her gaze drifted from his eyes, down the slope of his straight nose to his bowed mouth. It lingered there for a second before she dragged it away, across to his left ear. It caught on the start of a thin silver scar just below his earlobe and she followed that down over the cords of his neck to the middle of his left pectoral. From there, her eyes roamed over the enticing display of hard honed muscle barely hidden beneath milk-white skin. It drifted over the ridges of his abdomen, past the dip of his navel, to the dark thatch of hair that led her gaze downwards.
    To the top of a black towel tied around his waist.
    Was he going to shower?
    Had he intended to scrub her scent off his body as though that could erase what they had done?
    That hurt her and she didn’t know what to say as he stared at her.
    If she told him what she wanted, if she confessed her deepest desires and what she kept hidden in her heart, would he turn her away or would he say the words she needed to hear?
    Would he tell her that it was just the show and the heat of the moment?
    Or would he confess that he felt something for her too?

Chapter 4
    Javier remained still as Lilah stared down at the black towel slung low around his hips, telling his body not to start getting the wrong idea. It wasn’t a good time for it to slip free of his control. He needed to keep a firm grip on it even though the sight of Lilah in the tight short black dress and the scent of him on her was driving him closer