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  “You’re sure you can?” I drawled, raising an eyebrow. “I really think I should lodge with the Four Seasons this trip, Mr. Schuler.”

  “No, please, Mr. Devil. I’m confident I can. The rooms are for the bridal party getting married here this weekend and they’re out for the evening so I wasn’t able to contact them just yet.”

  I didn’t have to act all that shocked at what he was saying. “Mr. Schuler, are you seriously suggesting that a bride-to-be should be kicked out her room because of your mistake in double booking so that I still might stay here? That is a deplorable solution.” I saw Janet smirking a few feet away. “Dear Janet—who is the reason I’ve stayed so far—how would you rectify this situation if you were in charge?”

  “I’m not in charge though, sir,” she muttered, glancing at Mr. Schuler with wide eyes.

  “Answer Mr. Devil, Janet,” Schuler agreed, looking at about wit’s end.

  “I would comp the Deluxe Suite for your entire stay, which includes the club lounge access, meals, spa, all of it, and ask you to please overlook our mistake, understanding it would never happen again, and thank you for your understanding that with the wedding this weekend that displacing the bridal party would only add to the confusion and risk more chaos The Ritz Carlton standards don’t allow, and if you let us, at the end of your stay, you’ll once again be glad you didn’t stay at the Four Seasons,” she rambled all in one breath.

  I gave her a deep nod before closing the distance between us and taking her hand, raising it to my lips. “My dear, you have a bright future ahead of you. That is an excellent way to handle the situation. You have the makings of a vice president or CEO. Everyone makes mistakes. People at my companies do and as long as they don’t make the same mistake twice, they are never fired for it if they rectify the situation in a way that leaves our customers happier after the error than before so it is nothing but a blip on the radar.”

  “In the long run it’s worth the money comped for one stay to ensure you’ll come back with how often you visit us,” she murmured, smiling at me.

  “Indeed. The Ritz is my preferred lodgings when I travel.”

  “Of course, of course we can do that, Mr. Devil,” Schuler agreed as his jaw clicked a bit. “I simply didn’t want to put you in too different a suite than normal.”

  I gave him a look that clearly stated he should just keep his mouth shut and stop digging himself a deeper hole. He was smart enough to pay attention, and a few minutes later, I was in the elevator with Seth—who still only I could see—heading up to my room.

  “You’re good, you’re really good,” he mumbled. “Why get the room comped? I’d think a talented guy like you was rolling in money.”

  “I am, but I’m always careful not to have a credit card trail or flight record of being where I really am when helping rescue someone like yourself.”

  “How do you learn this kind of stuff? I mean, there’s no Paranormal Survival for Dummies, I checked. Reading spy books wasn’t much help since I didn’t have the cash to buy all the cool gadgets.” He was starting to get hysterical so I squeezed his shoulder as the elevator doors opened. Seth understood the gesture and walked off the elevator in silence.

  Once we were in the room, my bags on the bed, his on the floor, I focused on him and set him free of his enchantment. “That will help you see yourself for showering and whatnot. We can talk later. I know this is a lot, but tonight, know everything is going to be okay, and breathe.” I glanced at the clock and cleared my throat. “And hurry. My entertainment for the evening is to arrive shortly. I’ll have food sent up so there’s more than enough for you to feast on while you’re watching a movie quietly out here.”

  “Sounds fun, thanks,” he grumbled.

  “I’m sorry, would you rather head back to the squalor I found you in?” I challenged. Seth winced and shook his head before tucking his ratty duffle bag into the closet. I picked up the room’s phone to call downstairs but froze when he let out a litany of curse words. “Care to explain?”

  “I didn’t grab any clothes. You said important stuff so I thought passport, cash, pictures someone could find, anything identifying or that had sentimental value.” He looked so forlorn and lost, kneeling over the bag, I once again took pity on him.

  “That’s exactly what I wanted you to grab, Seth. Use one of the hotel robes. They’re better than clothes and we can get you something tomorrow.” I think I got through to him some after that and he finally went off to shower and was out of my hair for a moment. I called downstairs and was connected with Janet. “My dear, I wonder if you could have an assortment of everything from the club lounge brought to my room? I’m starved, wanting something fun, and bold, and I’m going to be entertaining soon so I’ll need lots.”

  “Those are mostly treats, Mr. Devil. I can do much better than that. I’ll have room service send up something very fun and bold, perfect for any date.”

  “You are a peach,” I chuckled. Then I unpacked my shirts, hung them up along with my jackets… Normal settling into a hotel routine.

  Except when I walked into the bathroom to set down my toiletries kit and saw Seth showering because of the foggy shower door. But that was enough to see a lot.

  That was why I normally got a suite with double bathrooms. It was bad enough he was going to be sleeping on the couch, much less using my shower. I walked out of there shaking my head, hoping he at least enjoyed it and the relaxing shower jets kept his panic at bay. I wasn’t a patient man so there was only so much freaking out I was equipped to deal with.

  I was already stopping my whole life to help, so, yeah, that was the limit of my involvement mostly. I didn’t do the whole shoulder to cry on part. They could find friends for that.

  The knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts and I hoped it was room service and not the sweet doorman because one wouldn’t ask about the man in my shower… The other would and I didn’t have an answer for him.

  Luckily it was food and lots of it. I had the four carts wheeled in by the two women and tipped them generously. As if right on cue, the water shut off and Seth stepped out of the bathroom a moment later, his eyes wide as he took in the spread.

  “You go balls out when you want to unwind,” he murmured, attacking a plate of appetizers.

  “Charming,” I drawled as I popped open one of the bottles of bubbly. There was another knock on the door, and I focused on Seth, charming him back invisible. “I’ll let you know when it’s time to feed on him.”

  “You’re letting me feed off your date?”

  “Yes, well, you’re starving for blood from the looks of your general disposition and I’d like to keep mine in the middle of the night. So him or me,” I hissed. I wanted to say that was the only reason I had a date right after coming for him… But that would be lying, and he’d have to know that. I tried to keep from the lies I could get busted on.

  Instead I opened the door and drank in the sexy doorman who was already rosy-cheeked and looking ready to bolt. “Hi, Mr. Devil.”

  “Dorian, please,” I chuckled, stepping back for him to come in. He did, keeping his small bag with his change of clothes between us.

  God I loved the shy ones.

  “I’ve not spent much time up in the fancier suites,” he muttered, looking around. “Not that I could afford to stay here overnight or anything in even the regular rooms.”

  “Well, now you can say you’ve been to a party here,” I offered as I picked up two glasses from the cart and poured us bubbly. “So, not to be rude, but the doormen don’t actually wear name tags.”

  He glanced at me then, looking ready to melt into the floor. “Oh shit, I’m an idiot. Right. Sorry. Duh. I’m Kyle. Kyle Diaz.”

  “Hello, Kyle Diaz,” I purred, handing him a flute. “It’s so very nice to meet you.”

  “You as well, Dorian,” he rasped before tossing the whole thing back.

  “Aren’t you eager?”

  “Nervous.”

  “Well d
on’t get drunk. I wouldn’t want to be accused of taking advantage of you.” I took his glass from him and set my still full one down as well. “Or do you want me to, Kyle?”

  “There’s just something about you,” he whispered as I moved my hands to his hips. “You confuse me.”

  “I’ll tell you what. Let’s get that silly confusion out of the way, shall we?” I teased, smirking at him as I pulled him closer. “I’m going to kiss you and you tell me if you like it. If you don’t, we’ll drink, eat, and have fun as friends. If you do, then you’re mine tonight and you promise to explore what I offer and give yourself to me.”

  He stared at me a moment, worrying his lower lip. “What if you like things I don’t?”

  “If you ever don’t like something, it immediately stops,” I assured him as I let my fingers dip under his pants. “I’m saying you simply try what I offer.”

  “Okay. One kiss. I’m secure enough to kiss a man and try that,” he mumbled as he leaned in.

  Hello, my little lamb. I moved my hands around to his back, kept one on his lower area, before one slowly climbed up to his neck. At the same time, I slanted my mouth over his, leaning in tantalizingly slow to build up the enticement. By the time our lips touched, his breath was hard and labored.

  Jackpot.

  I dived in, sliding my tongue past his lips and sampling him as if he was air and I was the fire needing it to keep burning. It worked because his hands moved to my waist and he moaned against my mouth.

  “Yes?” I murmured when we needed air, kissing up his neck.

  “God yes, Dorian. I’ve never been so fucking turned on by a kiss,” he whimpered, angling his neck for me. “Do to me whatever you want. I agree to all of it.”

  “Music to my ears. You said something about needing a shower?” He nodded and I walked him back towards the bathroom, removing our clothes as we went. Once we were in there, I drank my fill of his firm, lithe body, knowing just how it would feel under my six-four, much more muscular frame.

  “You’re huge,” Kyle panted, staring down at my cock. Then his head snapped up and his eyes went wide. “You can’t want to—you know—have gay sex, right? I mean, I’ve never done that. You’ll kill me and—”

  I kissed him quiet and reached for the shampoo, pouring some on his hair. Then I spun him around and pressed him chest first to the tiles. “You promised to try everything I wanted. No, I’m not going to shove my cock into your sweet ass, darling. I’d never be so cruel.”

  He moaned as my right hand kept working the shampoo on his scalp. “What are you going to do then?”

  I showed him, slowly pushing a slicked up finger from my left hand into his hole. He clenched, but after a few moments of relaxing him with kisses and bites to his shoulders, he let me move forward. I immediately focused on his prostate and not so shockingly, Kyle changed his mind about anything being up his ass.

  “What about you?” he asked when he was spent and mostly washed.

  “We’re going to eat a bit and then I’m going to show you the fun of giving head,” I informed him. Again, his eyes filled with fear, but I raised an eyebrow and he nodded.

  “I might need another drink or three before we work to that,” he muttered as he quickly finished showering.

  “It’s easier than being finger fucked in the ass to most people but you loved that,” I reminded him with a smirk.

  “I did, I really did,” he moaned, shivering. Then he gave me a shy smile. “If I promise to really try and do good sucking your cock, will you do that again to me?”

  “Darling, I’ll do it again while we eat if you want,” I chuckled, opening the shower door. “I’ll finger fuck you as often as you want because it gets you stretched out quicker for sex.”

  “Oh, so we’re really doing that.” He bobbed his head as he shut off the water, stepping out after me. I pinned him against the glass and rubbed my cock against his ass.

  “You only had my finger in you. Imagine what my dick will feel like. Don’t you want that? Don’t you want my fat, long cock pressing against that sweet gland of yours?”

  He nodded, shivering and just about melting against me. Since Kyle was progressing nicely and hadn’t said no to anything, I figured I’d be extra nice, setting him up with a glass of champagne while straddling my lap and two of my fingers buried in his ass.

  I tried to ignore the fact Seth was sitting right there, but apparently he wasn’t leaving for the show.

  Guess newer vampires didn’t come with manners.

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