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"e're late." Connor greeted her with a disapproving frown. "So?" Vanda Barkowski returned the Scotsman's frown as she stepped into the foyer of Romatech Industries. "I'm not a harem girl anymore. I don't have to come running whenever the great Master snaps his fingers." Connor arched a brow. "Ye were sent an official summons that clearly stated the East Coast Regional Coven Meeting would start at ten o'clock tonight." He locked the door behind her and punched some buttons on a security pad. | Forbidden Nights With A Vampire Kerrelyn Sparks Forbidden Nights With A Vampire Author Kerrelyn Sparks Category Horror Website http motsach.info Date 20-October-2012 Page 1 219 http motsach.info Forbidden Nights With A Vampire Kerrelyn Sparks Chapter 1 e re late. Connor greeted her with a disapproving frown. So Vanda Barkowski returned the Scotsman s frown as she stepped into the foyer of Romatech Industries. I m not a harem girl anymore. I don t have to come running whenever the great Master snaps his fingers. Connor arched a brow. Ye were sent an official summons that clearly stated the East Coast Regional Coven Meeting would start at ten o clock tonight. He locked the door behind her and punched some buttons on a security pad. Was she in trouble That laquo official raquo summons had worried her all week although she hadn t let anyone know. She would have arrived sooner if she d been allowed to use her Vamp skill of teleportation but the summons had warned her not to teleport inside Romatech. Such an act would trigger the alarm interrupt the meeting and result in a hefty fine. So she d driven from her nightclub in Hell s Kitchen with a detour first to Queens to pick up some costumes she d had custom made. The traffic had been awful all the way to White Plains leaving her much too tense. Damn she didn t want to be here. She took a deep breath and fluffed up her spiky purple-dyed hair. Big deal. So I m a few minutes late. Forty-five minutes. Late. So What s forty-five minutes to an old goat like you I believe it is still forty-five minutes. Was that a glint of humor in his eyes She chafed at the thought of being considered amusing. She was tough dammit. And he should have been insulted that she d called him an old goat. Connor Buchanan didn t look a day over thirty. She would have considered him very handsome if he hadn t fussed at her so much over the years. She adjusted the black braided whip she wore around her waist. Look. I m a businesswoman now. I m late .
