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gala. Those eyes belonged to the elusive Mr. Andreas Kristopolous.
“It’s a good thing you’re my BFF. Otherwise, I’d swear you just tried to hit on me!” Eva let an innocent giggle slip out. Sure she cleaned up well. But in her opinion, nothing close to the vivacious vixen Oliver claimed she’d blossomed into.
Her floor-length, fitted gown clung to her like a second skin. It emphasized voluptuous curves and a provocative little slit up the side that left nothing to the imagination. A mass of dark brown hair was swept into an up-do, as soft ringlets cascaded down her bare shoulders. With only a hint of make-up to add color to her cheeks, Eva’s natural beauty made her truly luminous.
Eventually they reached the west wing of the museum where the event was being held, and Oliver handed their engraved invitation to the man at the door. He took several minutes to flip through the guest list before he eventually granted them admittance. Once inside the exhibition hall, Eva found the room bustling with people, each one a member of New York’s exclusive social elite. While some were here for philanthropic reasons, the majority merely vied for the cover of the latest celebrity tabloid. Scantily-clad bimbos sipped champagne and eyed one another with disdain. Eva began to work the crowd a little. After all, snacking on caviar and Dom Perignon while she rubbed elbows with the rich and famous was par for the course.
“Oliver, would you mind getting us a couple of drinks? I’m going to mingle a bit.” She told him. Then sauntered away with a mischievous little smirk on her face.
“Are you positive that’s a good idea? Please promise me you won’t do anything outrageous.” Oliver pressed his palms together as he pleaded for her cooperation.
“Cross my heart.” Eva traced the sign of the cross over her chest. “I’m a Catholic school girl, remember? I can do no wrong.”
“Yes, I remember. But you seem to forget that I attended Catholic schools as well,” Oliver quipped sanctimoniously. “And the young ladies I knew were better known for their risqué behavior than anything else.”
“There’s a time and place for everything,” Eva replied. She prowled across the dance floor like a cat ready to pounce.
Her objective for the evening. To seek out Andreas Kristopolous and ensnare him with her powers of seduction. The only way to earn his trust was to give into their mutual attraction. And trust was all she needed to crack this case wide open.
Eva heard the crinkling of taffeta and lace and turned as a tall red-head stalked toward her. “Excuse me, Miss. You look so familiar.” She gazed up at the statuesque beauty with the creamy, white complexion. Struck by the woman’s cat-like slink and sinister green-grey eyes, the hair on the back of Eva’s neck stood on end.
Everything about her screamed trouble. “Have we met before? Maybe on the arts council? Or possibly the New York City Literacy Project?” As the woman spoke, Eva caught a glimpse of her sharp, elongated fangs. Vampire. She’d seen her somewhere. But for the life of her, Eva couldn’t figure out where they crossed paths? After slaying vampires day after day for the past five years, names and faces blurred together. On top of all that, Andreas had her emotions twisted in knots. It was a damn good thing she had Oliver to help her sort through it all.
“We may have run into one another in the past. But it wouldn’t have been in the capacity you speak of.” Eva waved off the prickling sensation crawling up and down her spine. “A friend of mine convinced me to attend this little shindig at the last minute. I don’t normally come to events like this. It’s just not my scene.”
“Yes, that’s rather obvious.” The female vampire stood with both hands perched on her hips. She almost dared Eva to end her miserable existence.
Just then the disrespectful wench stuck out her hand to introduce herself. “My name is Natasha. Natasha
“It’s a good thing you’re my BFF. Otherwise, I’d swear you just tried to hit on me!” Eva let an innocent giggle slip out. Sure she cleaned up well. But in her opinion, nothing close to the vivacious vixen Oliver claimed she’d blossomed into.
Her floor-length, fitted gown clung to her like a second skin. It emphasized voluptuous curves and a provocative little slit up the side that left nothing to the imagination. A mass of dark brown hair was swept into an up-do, as soft ringlets cascaded down her bare shoulders. With only a hint of make-up to add color to her cheeks, Eva’s natural beauty made her truly luminous.
Eventually they reached the west wing of the museum where the event was being held, and Oliver handed their engraved invitation to the man at the door. He took several minutes to flip through the guest list before he eventually granted them admittance. Once inside the exhibition hall, Eva found the room bustling with people, each one a member of New York’s exclusive social elite. While some were here for philanthropic reasons, the majority merely vied for the cover of the latest celebrity tabloid. Scantily-clad bimbos sipped champagne and eyed one another with disdain. Eva began to work the crowd a little. After all, snacking on caviar and Dom Perignon while she rubbed elbows with the rich and famous was par for the course.
“Oliver, would you mind getting us a couple of drinks? I’m going to mingle a bit.” She told him. Then sauntered away with a mischievous little smirk on her face.
“Are you positive that’s a good idea? Please promise me you won’t do anything outrageous.” Oliver pressed his palms together as he pleaded for her cooperation.
“Cross my heart.” Eva traced the sign of the cross over her chest. “I’m a Catholic school girl, remember? I can do no wrong.”
“Yes, I remember. But you seem to forget that I attended Catholic schools as well,” Oliver quipped sanctimoniously. “And the young ladies I knew were better known for their risqué behavior than anything else.”
“There’s a time and place for everything,” Eva replied. She prowled across the dance floor like a cat ready to pounce.
Her objective for the evening. To seek out Andreas Kristopolous and ensnare him with her powers of seduction. The only way to earn his trust was to give into their mutual attraction. And trust was all she needed to crack this case wide open.
Eva heard the crinkling of taffeta and lace and turned as a tall red-head stalked toward her. “Excuse me, Miss. You look so familiar.” She gazed up at the statuesque beauty with the creamy, white complexion. Struck by the woman’s cat-like slink and sinister green-grey eyes, the hair on the back of Eva’s neck stood on end.
Everything about her screamed trouble. “Have we met before? Maybe on the arts council? Or possibly the New York City Literacy Project?” As the woman spoke, Eva caught a glimpse of her sharp, elongated fangs. Vampire. She’d seen her somewhere. But for the life of her, Eva couldn’t figure out where they crossed paths? After slaying vampires day after day for the past five years, names and faces blurred together. On top of all that, Andreas had her emotions twisted in knots. It was a damn good thing she had Oliver to help her sort through it all.
“We may have run into one another in the past. But it wouldn’t have been in the capacity you speak of.” Eva waved off the prickling sensation crawling up and down her spine. “A friend of mine convinced me to attend this little shindig at the last minute. I don’t normally come to events like this. It’s just not my scene.”
“Yes, that’s rather obvious.” The female vampire stood with both hands perched on her hips. She almost dared Eva to end her miserable existence.
Just then the disrespectful wench stuck out her hand to introduce herself. “My name is Natasha. Natasha
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