“You do it to me all the time,” I point out.
“Yes, well, I am your sire,” comes the huffy reply.
“And I am your Queen,” I retort.
He snorts in amusement.“I wondered how long it would take you to play that card. What do you want me for?” he asks, and just like that his altered mood shift catches me by surprise.
“All sorts of things,” I murmur to his delight.
“Don’t be a tease, my sweet. Remember how that turned out last time? Specifically.”
Yes, I do remember. Most unfulfilling. “A proposal,” I say.
“I’m listening,” he says with interest.
“I would ideally like to go to Vegas sooner than Thursday and wondered if we could have our two days there. A two birds, one stone, kind of deal.”
“Oh? A bird now, am I?” he asks rhetorically. “How does that benefit me?” he asks all business-like now.
“I’m sure I can think of something,” I say dryly.
“Aefre. The terms are not for you to negotiate,” he says sternly.
“Tough shit,” I snap. “We are revising the terms regardless, in light of recent events anyway.”
“We are?” he interrupts my outburst.
“Yes,” I say, drawing it out like he is dense. “Don’t think this arrangement is acceptable anymore. But more on that later. I propose we take our two days in Vegas and you can get to do that thing you want.”
“And what thing would that be?” he asks innocently.
“You know what you want.”
“Hm, that I do. Fine, I accept your proposal,” he says as if he had any choice.
“Good. I will call Scott and he can bring everything forward. See you on the jet at 6 AM Tuesday,” I say smartly and hang up on him again.
I email Scott to change our itinerary.
“What is that thing he can get to do?” Cole asks, sounding like he doesn’t really want to know.
I lean over and whisper it in his ear and his eyes go wide.
“That’s a bit weird,” he says.
I shrug. “Not for him. I don’t mind, I have no issue with it. But I didn’t tell you anything.” I smile.
“Your secret is safe with me.” He mimes zipping up his mouth. “Now, come here. I want to make you forget about him.”
And he does.
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED NINETEEN
I ’m on my way to falling asleep again, when I am disturbed by a knocking on the door.
“I’ll get it. Go back to sleep, baby,” Cole whispers and I let him go.
My Vampire hearing is on alert, though, just in case of trouble.