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the stairs to get herself together.
    “Are you okay?”
    She jumped and turned around. Dom had left the office and was standing behind her. As she started to stand, he came around and sat down on the stair next to her. He was so attractive to her—the muscles of his chest stood out under his black No Return t-shirt and his long dark hair was tousled and hanging in his face. She leaned against him, grateful for the company. His company.
    “Are you feeling… vulnerable?” he asked softly.
    Wrong question. How on earth could he know that? Suddenly she lost it completely, tears spilling out of her eyes before she could even take a breath. He stood and gently pulled her to her feet, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and leading her back into the lounge. There, he pulled her down with him on the couch and she somehow ended up straddling him on his lap, her arms twined around his neck, her face buried there, sobbing. He stroked her back and didn't say a word until she'd finished. She sat back and wiped her tears. “I'm sorry—I don't know why I did that.”
    “No, I'm sorry,” he helped her wipe a tear. “I just wanted to turn you on—I meant you no disrespect.”
    She shook her head. “I didn't feel disrespected.” It was her habit to automatically reassure people when they apologized, but she thought it was mostly true. She did feel ashamed, though. But she probably would have from his lecture, anyway. “Why did you think it would turn me on?” she asked meekly, almost afraid of what his answer would be.
    He tapped his nose. “Vampires have a great sense of smell.”
    “You can smell—?” She didn't know what to call it.
    He smiled and nodded. “Yep. Can't hide much from us. Especially now that I've had your blood,  I have a certain bond to you—I can feel your emotions.”
    She smiled in relief. It was nothing so scary as him having been in her head or knowing her fantasies. He'd smelled her…arousal, and had wanted to satisfy her little kink. She felt a sudden rush of gratitude and affection for him. She leaned forward and gave him a shy peck on the cheek. “Thanks.”
    “It was my pleasure,” he said with a satisfied little purr in his voice.
    “So… is that your pleasure?” she asked timidly.
     
     
    He laughed. “It's not my regular gig, but it's an easy role for me to step into. My name is Dom, after all.”
    Kate looked confused for a moment, and then she chuckled a short nervous laugh. “I'd be your sub any day,” she said in an almost-whisper. He felt a surge of lust at the thought of Kate being his anything and his fangs shot out. He leaned forward and slowly, lightly ran his sharp fang along her collarbone, then down the vein to her breast as he pushed her bra aside with his hand. He couldn't resist her—everything about her was so delicious to him. One more time tonight couldn't hurt anything, could it?
     
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    In his home studio the next afternoon, he stared at Kate's visage in marble. He wished he'd carved fairy wings on her back. He hadn't seen it when he'd made her in wax, but now with the five-foot sculpture almost completely emerged from the marble, she looked just like a little sprite. And standing back, looking at her, he had a vision of Kate with several tiny fairies flickering around her. It was not a vision precisely, because he didn't see , except that he knew that the fairies were there and what they looked like. He shook his head rapidly. He hadn't been visited by psychic visions like that in hundreds of years. Not since he'd been turned. The skin on his arms prickled. Was it Kate who somehow inspired them? He picked up his riffler to work on the enormous task of refining her hair.
    He'd carved the unsure Kate—she was looking up through her lashes with her automatic smile, and he'd somehow captured her eager to please nature. There had been no question that he was going to carve that Kate. He loved the strong performer side of her as well, but this one seemed