Lilly Anjou, an aspiring author moonlighting as a limo chauffeur, has a secret crush on enigmatic and reclusive billionaire, Marten DeGarnier; a client she's been driving around the Big Apple and, unbeknownst to her, a vampire. When he offers to help her write her first vampire novel and she accepts, she quickly discovers that his interest isn't in her writing, but rather in her.
A confident smile stretched across his full lips before his gaze swept down her length. “Lovely dress.”
“But a bit much for this particular date.”
“How so, for this particular date?” She arched a cool eyebrow. “This dress is perfectly suited for a restaurant like this one, Mr. DeGarnier.”
“But perfectly lost on a boorish clod as that one.” He nodded once over his shoulder.
She gave him a cool look. “That one?”
She stiffened with golden sparks bursting in amber eyes, but all she got for her trouble was arched and arrogant eyebrows in response.
“A pair of, say,” he slipped a hand from the fold at his chest and casually waived it, “black jeans and an oversized knit sweater would have been sufficient for a date with a man of Mr. Brogue’s caliber.”
She frowned suspiciously at him when he perfectly described the outfit that kept finding its way to her bed! Then she shook her head in confusion. “Mr. Brogue’s caliber?”
“Must you repeat everything I say?”
“I just don’t want to think you’re being purposely arrogant,” she said with a cynical smile, raising her head haughtily and ignoring the twinkle in his blue eyes when he saw it. “And I guess jeans and a simple sweater would be more suitable for the date of a man with big feet, wouldn’t you say?”
That twinkle in his eyes vanished as he looked suddenly less amused.
A cool smile spread across her lips. “Wouldn’t you say, Mr. DeGarnier?”
“I hope you take to heart the advice I have given you earlier, Lilly.”
“I’ll give it as much weight as it’s worth,” she said noncommittally.
“For Mr. Brogue’s sake, I sincerely hope you do,” he warned, but she was unimpressed. “I believe you’re intelligent enough to know, big feet notwithstanding, that he’s far beneath you in more ways than I can count, although I praise your generous heart for the less fortunate.”
“Yes, you’ve pointed out my altruism before, Mr. DeGarnier.”
He gave her a charming smile. “I am pleased you remember, Lilita.”
She frowned when he called her by the name in her dream, and she searched his eyes as he stared back unflinchingly. “What did you just call me?”
“You have proven your compassion in abundance already,” he continued, ignoring her query, “and now you must send your pet home.”
“Contrary to your constant accusations and wrongheaded belief, this was never a sympathy date, Mr. DeGarnier,” she said as she looked upset at him. “If you’re as clever as I think you are, you’d stop trying to convince yourself otherwise. I suggest you focus all your energy on your own date and leave others well alone!” Then she marched away.
“She bores me.”
“As you do me!” she tossed over her shoulder just before she disappeared into the dining room, leaving him standing without a look back.