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"Iâ€™m lost and I want to go back home."
Gypsy sang the song sheâ€™d made up to herself and shimmied in her cage. The patrons around her gyrated and waved their hands in the air. Smoke billowed from the machines by the DJ table and floated out over the crowd. Lights flickered over the sea of bodies, but the scene around her didnâ€™t capture her attention.
Someone touched her foot. When Gypsy glanced down to the bottom of the cage, her relief, Alyssa, one of the other dancers, offered a lopsided grin. "You can go now."
When the song ended, Gypsy opened the catch on the cage and stepped into the main room. Most nights, the allure of the Chatty Catty Club suited her. Not tonight. She stared at the bar. Allan wasnâ€™t standing in his regular spot at the far end by the kitchen doors. Another bartender was working the margarita machine. Todd wasnâ€™t at his post by the main entrance, either. Two muscle-bound men hulked on either side of the double doors. Where the hell were her best friends? Probably off with some sexy club girl wanting a good time. The Goddess knew Allan and Todd liked to have a good time.
Not with her.
Allan and Todd had their pick of the women who frequented the club. Both of them spent lots of time with Gypsy, but neither wanted anything other than friendship with her. She wanted moreâ€”Todd behind her, Allan in front while they pleasured her. Then in reverse. Except sheâ€™d never bothered to tell them how she felt.
Sighing, Gypsy hiked the bodice of her top up to cover another inch of her cleavage. Her inner wrist brushed her nipple through the thin fabric. She shivered. What if the objects of her desire touched her? Her pussy quivered and her fangs elongated in her mouth. She needed blood and sex. Preferably from someone who understood her new vampire natureâ€”a man, or two, to love her. Going without blood for nearly a week hurt. Her body constantly ached, she wobbled in her cage and her focus flailed...but, damn it, she refused to hunt.
If someone had told her when sheâ€™d agreed to let Jamison change her that her life would never be the same, she wouldâ€™ve dug in her feet and not have become a vampire. She didnâ€™t mind sleeping during the day and partying all night, but the cuisine choices sucked. Either kill to eat or beg a human to allow you to bite themâ€”and if that didnâ€™t work then she got to starve.
What if I want a steak? Or a daiquiri?
Thinking about food wouldnâ€™t help matters, anyway. She shoved the thoughts aside and strode to the bar. A woman from the fringe of the crowd stopped her. Her dark eyes glittered in the flashing blue and green light. "Care to dance, sweet thing? Arenâ€™t you...mmm...sexy?"
Her smile, wide and bright, didnâ€™t do anything for her. Sure, she embodied sex with sumptuous curves and beautifully shaped breasts, but Gypsy didnâ€™t do girls. Not usually. Moreover, her admirer wasnâ€™t Allan. Or Todd for that matter. The guys understood her. Hell, they intrigued her. They made her body quiver in all the right places with just a look. The chick smiling at her? Nada. If anything, she was creeped out.
"Thanks, but no thanks." She brushed by the woman and stepped forward.
"Youâ€™re here to entertain. Entertain me." She dug her fingernails in Gypsyâ€™s arm. "I want to see something sexy. Do it."
Her growl chilled Gypsyâ€™s blood. She caught the distinct whiff of fruit. Oranges? Gypsy ground her teeth together. Oâ€™Toole had smelt of strawberries, but sheâ€™d seen her sister destroy him.
"Look, asshat, this isnâ€™t a tittie club. Itâ€™s a dance club. Skin, yesâ€”sex, no." Gypsy shrugged out of the womanâ€™s grasp. "Iâ€™m not interested and I will use my boot. Got it?"
The womanâ€™s eyes flashed and she tipped her head once in a jerking motion. "Whatever, bitch. You will."