“I think we both did.”
Her eyebrows raise as she understands my meaning that yes, I sought my own release.
“Just let me get ready.” She glides toward the en-suite bathroom, and I watch her ass sway away from me.
I’d love to bite it too.
After breakfast and we’re both ready for the day, Allison and I pile into my Bentley.
“Where are we going?” Allison asks as I pull away from the castle.
“I figured I’d show you what I do for work.”
Allison tilts her head at me. “I never really thought about you working.”
I laugh a little. “Yes, even vampires have to work.” I continue on the road that leads down the mountain and into town. “My work has let me lead a very lucrative life. Most of my clan members work for me. It’s made me a very influential member of the vampire society.”
“How so?”
I smile. “I’m a farmer.”
She laughs, sweet and lilting. “You don’t look like a farmer to me.”
I raise a brow, glancing over at her for a split second before returning my attention back to the winding road. “No?”
“Not even a little.” She turns to look out the passenger window at the passing landscape.
The rest of the car ride is silent, and I wish I knew what she’s thinking about last night. Was she so filled with lust that she let her body make decisions she normally wouldn’t have made?
We pass through the streets of downtown, the sun hiding behind the fluffiness of gray clouds. The thing I love about Romania is it’s never very sunny here. And if it is, I can remain indoors. Will I spontaneously combust into flames if the sunlight touches my skin? No, but it affects me. Makes me sick and scorches my skin like a bad sunburn.
I pull up to the curb in front of the largest brick building in downtown Transylvania. “Ready?” I ask, opening the door to my car.
“Yes.” She smiles wide, like she can’t wait to see what I do for work, exiting the vehicle before I can open her door.
Ferik stands by the entrance, ready to do my bidding. He rushes over and I toss the keys to my Bentley at him. “I’ll keep it close,” he says to me, sliding into the front seat.
Allison rounds the hood and steps onto the sidewalk.
“I’m your husband,” I say. “You should let me open your door for you.”
Ferik pulls away as Allison steps closer. “And I’m a big girl and can open my own door.”
I nod. “From now on, I will open doors for you. It’s not because I think women can’t do something for themselves, it’s because how will I keep you safe if you’re already out of the car before I can get to you?”
She presses her finger against her chin. “Fair point. I’ll let you open my doors from now on.”
I place my hand along the small of her back, steering her to the glass doors.
She looks up at the brick building full of character. “So you rent offices here?”
“I own this building. I own everything inside.” I open the door for her. “And now that you’re my wife, you own it all as well.”
She stumbles a bit and her head jerks to me. “I never expected any of that.”
I reach for her hand. “I know you didn’t, but it’s yours.”
I lead her into the front office and the red-haired receptionist, Ioana, smiles at us. “Mr. Blackmoor, we weren’t expecting you in while you’re on your honeymoon.” She stands from her desk, her red-tipped nails smoothing down her skirt. “Mrs. Blackmoor, it’s so nice to meet you.”