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Danse Macabre :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 28 из 427«If Anita would feed the ardeur off me, just once, I might never look at another woman, but until she does…«He let the sentence fade, but it summedup why Graham was not a strong contender for me. He didn't really want me, he wanted the ardeur . If any of the other female vamps from London had held the ardeur , he'd have chased them instead of me, or as well as me. Not very flattering — to him, or to me.
«Until I do, you're keeping your options open,» I said.
He shrugged. «I gave all my options up for Meng Die, and she kept Clay and Requiem on her string. I shared her with Clay in a way I've never shared anyone.» He looked sad for a moment, then it passed. I wasn't sure if it passed because his sorrow was that shallow, or he had pushed it away. «Anita isn't going to give up all of you guys for me. Why should I give up everyone else just for a chance to be in her bed? I mean, just for a chance, not even the certainty of it.»
«I didn't ask Requiem to sacrifice his libido to me.»
«You never ask anyone to give up other people for you, but if they don't, you don't sleep with them,» Graham said.
And that was a little closer to the truth than I wanted to hear. I hadn't asked Requiem to give up Meng Die, but the fact that he was fucking her had been a point against him. Why? One, because I simply did not like her. Two, Graham was right, I didn't share my men. Not with other women. The fact that I then expected them to share me with about half a dozen other men, well… Not fair. Not fair at all.
4
THE STAIRS ENDED in a small room with a door at the other end of it. The door was heavy wood and metal like the door to a dungeon, and in front of that door stood Clay, werewolf and bodyguard. He came toward us, hurrying, which wasn't good. The look on his face wasn't good either. He looked worried.
Graham was all business, the mantle of bodyguardness sliding over him so that that was all that was left. When he actually concentrated on business instead of trying to get into my pants, he was one of the best of the wolves for bodyguard duty. «What's wrong?» he asked.
Clay shook his head. «Jean-Claude isn't with you?» His tone of voice made it half question.
«No,» Graham said.
«What's wrong?» I asked, thinking maybe if we kept asking the question he'd answer it.
«Nothing.» He looked at me, and smiled an apology. «Nothing except that we've got a room full of guests and no hosts. It's just me and the four other bodyguards in the room. We aren't even allowed to offer refreshments without one of the dominants being present.»
«Are you this worried because you think we're being bad hosts?» Micah asked.
«Until I do, you're keeping your options open,» I said.
He shrugged. «I gave all my options up for Meng Die, and she kept Clay and Requiem on her string. I shared her with Clay in a way I've never shared anyone.» He looked sad for a moment, then it passed. I wasn't sure if it passed because his sorrow was that shallow, or he had pushed it away. «Anita isn't going to give up all of you guys for me. Why should I give up everyone else just for a chance to be in her bed? I mean, just for a chance, not even the certainty of it.»
«I didn't ask Requiem to sacrifice his libido to me.»
«You never ask anyone to give up other people for you, but if they don't, you don't sleep with them,» Graham said.
And that was a little closer to the truth than I wanted to hear. I hadn't asked Requiem to give up Meng Die, but the fact that he was fucking her had been a point against him. Why? One, because I simply did not like her. Two, Graham was right, I didn't share my men. Not with other women. The fact that I then expected them to share me with about half a dozen other men, well… Not fair. Not fair at all.
4
THE STAIRS ENDED in a small room with a door at the other end of it. The door was heavy wood and metal like the door to a dungeon, and in front of that door stood Clay, werewolf and bodyguard. He came toward us, hurrying, which wasn't good. The look on his face wasn't good either. He looked worried.
Graham was all business, the mantle of bodyguardness sliding over him so that that was all that was left. When he actually concentrated on business instead of trying to get into my pants, he was one of the best of the wolves for bodyguard duty. «What's wrong?» he asked.
Clay shook his head. «Jean-Claude isn't with you?» His tone of voice made it half question.
«No,» Graham said.
«What's wrong?» I asked, thinking maybe if we kept asking the question he'd answer it.
«Nothing.» He looked at me, and smiled an apology. «Nothing except that we've got a room full of guests and no hosts. It's just me and the four other bodyguards in the room. We aren't even allowed to offer refreshments without one of the dominants being present.»
«Are you this worried because you think we're being bad hosts?» Micah asked.