…He took up his coat and held it to her. Catherine pushed her arms though. It was big enough to cover most of her so it would do.
She took her shoes when he handed them over, pulling them on with a look of disgust. “I hate these,” she said.
“I can’t say that I blame you.”
“They were another bad idea of mine. I’m not doing that again.”
“You don’t have to wear heels, or work for people who don’t appreciate you. And you’re certainly free to any bad idea you want.” He smiled. “Unlike your father, I’ll pay for it anyway.”
She looked ready to say something, then frowned instead. He was overwhelming the poor girl. Hopefully, she would get used to that. One more thing he couldn’t help about himself, as a vampire, and maybe even, as a man. She really was beautiful, and setting him off in ways he hadn’t felt in two-hundred-and-fifty years, if ever. He couldn’t remember ever wanting a single woman like this before. It was as if the core of his need had been summoned into this one fragile body…
Darcy Branwyn 
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