Dead End Dating - Sucker for Love Part 7

"Just because of my mother? Listen, it's only one meeting. You go. You have some refreshments, talk about how great Rob is, and you're home free."

"But that's the problem. Rob isn't great. He has flaws. Major flaws."

"You didn't seem to have any concerns last night in the storage closet."

"I wasn't thinking straight. Now that I am, I see that he's not the vampire for me. Sure, he's got a phenomenal fertility rating.

And abs you could pound nails on. And great hands. And he doesn't mind it when I drink the last gla.s.s of O+ or misplace the remote or get makeup smudges on the lining of his coffin. Still, he's far from perfect."

I tried to process her words, but my brain stuck on one thing in particular. "Rob sleeps in a coffin?" A grin played at her lips. "I wouldn't exactly call it sleeping."

"Forget I asked. Let's get back to Rob. What's wrong with him? Maybe we can fix it."

I expected the usual spiel befitting a born male vampire-he's narcissistic and selfish and conceited and money-hungry "He's too ..." She made a face. "Nice."

"No problem. We'll just try to get him to be more considerate and compa.s.sionate and-What did you just say?"

She shook her head. "He brings me flowers and he rubs my feet. He even sliced and diced this jerk who kept grabbing my a.s.s when we went to that Nickelback concert last week."

"And the problem is?" Other than murder one, of course.

"He's nice," she said again, "and I'm not. I mean, come on, I'm so into myself it isn't funny. I'm selfish and conceited and all I really care about is money and s.e.x. I don't deserve a vampire like Rob."

"Trust me, you deserve him. He's every bit as selfish as you are. He's just not showing it. You're in the honeymoon phase."

"But what if we're not? What if he's really a great guy and I'm a b.i.t.c.h?" She shook her head. "He'll get nicer and I'll get b.i.t.c.hier and he'll end up hating me. I can't do that. Better to call it quits right now before we get any more involved. Then we can still be friends. And still have hot, meaningless s.e.x once in a while."

I had a feeling that Nina wasn't half as scared of becoming more of a b.i.t.c.h as she was of changing. Mellowing. Falling in love.

I wasn't going to say that, however. I knew my friend. She was in major denial and the more I pushed, the more likely she was to run the other way. "You're right. You're much too b.i.t.c.hy for my brother. You should break it off now."

She gave me a strange look. "Really?"

I nodded vigorously. "You're beyond b.i.t.c.hy. If there were a Bee-yotch category in the Olympics, you'd win the gold."

"I'm not that bad."

"Don't sell yourself short. You're at the top of your game. A master."

"Really?" Instead of looking hopeful, her eyes were bright. I ignored the urge to throw my arms around her and tell her she was the sweetest, most considerate, most wonderful vampire in the world and any male would be lucky to have her.

"You should tell Rob off, pack your stuff, move out and cut all ties," I said instead. Harsh, right? But a matchmaker's gotta do what a matchmaker's gotta do.

She blinked. "You think?"

"Straight up. Then you can go back to boffing bus-boys and concierge attendants and Rob can find a real vampire who wants to settle down. In fact," I smiled, "I think I might have just the female for him. I signed her up just yesterday. Tall. Brunette-"

"Rob likes blondes," she cut in, fingering a golden tendril that had come loose from her ponytail.

"Rob liked blondes. Once you break his heart, he'll go on a mad rampage for brunettes. He'll be dying to go out with my prospect-who, for the record, is also rich and great in bed."

"Don't you think it's a little premature to try hooking him up? We haven't even broken up yet." "That's true. I mean, he's so stuck on you, he'll probably need time for reality to sink in before he'll even consider another vampire."

"Definitely."

I glanced at my watch. "If I know my brother, he should be back in the saddle in about twenty-four hours. I'll give him a call tomorrow night, provided you go through with it and break up with him tonight."

"The sooner the better," she said, but I could see the doubt in her eyes. She squared her shoulders and turned. "I'm getting this over with right now." She sniffled.

I know, right?

"At the very latest, first thing in the morning," she added as she signaled a cab and flip-flopped over.

"Atta girl," I said as she climbed in.

I gave her a wave as the cab disappeared and said a little prayer that I hadn't just pushed her into making the biggest mistake of her afterlife. With Esther missing and my business spiraling down the toilet, I had enough to worry about.

I spent the next few minutes trying to hail my own cab. When that failed, I disappeared into the alley near DED and closed my eyes. Soon, my heartbeat faded into the steady beat of wings and I flapped my way home.

A quick metamorphosis near the back trash can, and I walked around the front and let myself into the building. Minus a shoe, of course.

There was someone in my apartment.

I'd like to say it was my super -vamp abilities that tipped me off a few seconds later when I reached my floor. Truthfully, though, I was running a quart low. I 'd had one measly gla.s.s of blood mixed in with the energy drinks. While plenty to start the evening, it wasn't enough to keep me going past midnight.

No, I picked up on the B&E because my door stood partially open and a light shone inside.

I paused in the doorway and debated my options-run for help or bust in and kick some a.s.s.

My gut leaned toward the first, but my inner fashionista kept me rooted to the spot. Everything I owned was in that apartment, including a brand-spanking-new pair of Dior sungla.s.ses and a Marc Jacobs coin purse.

A wave of determination swept through me. I was a born vampere. Fearless. Ferocious. And fiercely overprotective of my wardrobe.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside. My gaze scanned the small living room for anything out of the ordinary.

The antique coffee table I'd talked my mother into giving me? Check.

My prized collection of InStyle stacked on top? Check.

Traitorous cat sleeping on my favorite rug? Check.

Hunky, blond Swede stretched bare-a.s.sed on my sofa? Check, check.

I blinked, but he didn't disappear. Still hunky. Blink, blink. Still blond. Blink, blink, blink. Still naked- "Vonderful." Hans' thick accent echoed in my ears and distracted me from the impressive package parked against my favorite throw pillow.

My gaze ping-ponged back to his face and his bright blue eyes. My mom had picked up Hans during a holiday in Sweden.

Basically, she'd fallen for his magical hands and he'd fallen for her bank account, and so they'd been a perfect match. He'd gladly given up a poor existence as a shoe cobbler in exchange for a small fortune, food, unlimited spray tan appointments and a personal trainer. He'd also given up his free will and succ.u.mbed to my mother 's vamp mojo. He now lived in a state of perpetual glam, his own personality whittled away to reflect the man at his most basic form.

In other words, his thoughts read like a testimonial to Swiss Colony.

His name was Hans and he liked cheese. He preferred the smoked cheddar, but on occasion he went a little crazy and indulged in a nut-covered Gouda or a little creamy Havarti. And he went total apes.h.i.t over the chive and cream cheese crock spread.

He smiled. "I've been vaiting for you." He pushed to his feet and motioned toward my bedroom.

I glanced at the open doorway. Candles blazed and a pile of pillows waited on the bed.

"I have everyzing ready," he added.

"Ready for what?"

"Ma.s.sage. We must do ma.s.sage." Because that's what Hans did. He ate cheese and gave ma.s.sages, and since I was fresh out of a party tray, he was going for the next best thing.

Another glance at the candles and pillows and my muscles screamed for relief.

"Come." He motioned me into the bedroom, his Johnson bobbing with enthusiasm.

While I have nothing against a naked man stoked at the prospect of putting his hands on me, it just didn 't seem right, considering Ty had been here only hours ago. And he'd been naked. And, well, I much preferred him naked to anyone else. That, and my mother would s.h.i.t a brick if she knew Hans was here.

In case you haven't tuned in, my mother is a tad on the selfish side. And domineering. And since I refused to cooperate and do the Moe's thing, she'd cut me off from any and all amenities-no housekeeping, no ma.s.sage, no free dry cleaning. I was totally and completely on my own.

Which was exactly the way I liked it. Most of the time. But after worrying all day, I was kinda sorta feeling sorry for myself and, well, he was already here.

I headed for the bedroom. "Would you mind wrapping a towel around your waist?" I asked as I slipped into the bathroom, ditched my clothes and donned a robe.

"I give best ma.s.sage when I can move freely."

"I get best ma.s.sage when I'm not distracted," I said as I opened the door. I tossed him an extra large bath sheet. "There's a cheese wheel in it for you if you cooperate."

His eyes glittered. "Cheddar?"

"If you want."

He s.n.a.t.c.hed up the bath sheet, wrapped it around his toned middle and knotted it at his hip. "All eez ready."

Five seconds later, I sank facedown into a mound of pillows. He hit the lights, plunging us into the candlelit darkness. He hummed as he reached for a bottle of scented oil.

The warm liquid trickled between my shoulder blades and for the first time I started to think that maybe, just maybe, Fate wasn't taking a big giant c.r.a.p right on top of me. Sure, one of my good friends and clients was missing and my mom was an anti - human nut and my best friend in the whole world was about to make the biggest mistake of her afterlife, and my happily-ever-after with Ty wasn't exactly the picture-perfect one I'd always dreamt of (he was still made and I was still born and we still had to break the news to my family), but things could be worse.

That's what I told myself as the oil trickled over my skin and Hans rubbed his hands together.

My life wasn't bad. Not even close. I had my friends. I had my family. I had my health. I had a one-of-a-kind pair of Miu Miu silk slippers- Rrrringggggg!

The phone echoed and the world cut me off mid-positive reinforcement. I closed my eyes as a wave of Oh, no rolled through me.

Would I ever get a friggin' break?

R rrringggg!

I knew deep in my gut it wasn't Ash calling to tell me that Esther was fine. Or Ty proclaiming his undying love. Or Nina One telling me that she loved Rob and couldn't imagine eternity without him. It was bad news. Fate straining for that final plopppp.

I buried my head under a pillow and tried to tune out everything except the feel of the oil pooling on my skin. Ignorance is bliss, right? I would slink away emotionally and hide out for a little while. Maybe indulge in a few fantasies while Hans worked his magic.

I was just about to settle down on a white sand beach and sip a few margaritas when the ringing stopped and the answering machine kicked in.

My mother's stern voice lifted the edge of the pillow, crawled beneath and smacked me on the side of the head.

"I know Hans is there."

"You do not know that," I murmured into the soft down.

"I do," she said. My head snapped up and the pillow went bye-bye.

I glanced around, but didn't see any surveillance equipment. I eyed Hans, who was busy cracking his knuckles to warm up.

Had she bugged him?

"Your brother told me that Mandy sent him over," my mom added as if she could hear the thoughts echoing in my head. "And if he's there, it means he isn't here for my nightly bedtime ma.s.sage. I haven't missed my nightly in five years, three months and four days, and I don't intend to start now." A hard note crept into her voice. "You have exactly forty-five minutes to get him home or I'm going to call Jonelle Dubois at the club and have her cancel her profile."

Jonelle Dubois was a high-profile born vampire who'd recently lost her significant other to a freak accident involving a Harley, a motorcycle ramp and a misplaced flagpole. Needless to say, she was lonely and in desperate need of a BV father -figure for her thirteen children. Thanks to my mother, I'd landed her profile (and a nice, big fat check, which had paid my Visa for this month and funded the refreshments for last night's soiree).

I gathered the robe to me, slid out from under Hans's hands and headed for the phone.

"I think I'll introduce her to your father's lawyer at tomorrow night's hunt."

I.e. the vamp's version of the Outdoor Channel's Hunting for Dollars. We all gathered at my folks' and hunted the it person to keep our skills sharp. The prize? Bonus vacation days from Moe's.

"He's nice. Single. His fertility rating isn't all that impressive, but Jonelle has all of the children she wants," my mom went on.

"She's looking forward to grandchildren at this point, so I doubt she'll be turned off by-"

"I was about to put Hans in a cab." The words rushed out as I picked up the phone. "I barely got home from work and found him. Just this very second," I added. "I haven't even had a chance to slide off my shoes, much less slip into a robe and stretch out on the bed for what I'm sure would be the ma.s.sage of my afterlife. Really."

"Lilliana, I don't appreciate you undermining my efforts with Jack's human."

"Her name is Mandy and I wasn't undermining anything. She doesn't like ma.s.sages," I blurted. "Not if they're given by, um, Swedish people. She's, um, allergic." You try coming up with something better when you're naked and oily and totally stressed. "Really?"

"Cross my heart."

"Wonderful." My mother cheered immediately. "I'll have Hans serve the drinks at tomorrow night's hunt. That ought to inspire a nasty reaction. Make sure you're on time, dear. I have another plan and I need your help."

No. Not happening. Not this vampire. No way. No how. Nuh-uh.

"Lilliana?"

"Okay," I heard myself squeak.