Interview with Gavin Morris...one sexy vampire
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I stand outside Gavin’s library, my knuckles hovering mere inches from the door. Despite the warmth in the large, elaborate home, goosebumps rise along my arm. I curl my fingers into a fist, but I can’t bring myself to knock, not yet.
“It isn’t every day you interview a vampire.” My whispered words drown out the low tick of the grandfather clock halfway down the hall. Clamping my teeth, I tug on my resolve and rap my fingers against the door.
“Enter.” Gavin’s deep voice, sexy as sin, slides along my nerves, warming me from the inside out.
I bite my lip, grip the door handle, and push.
The door glides open without a sound. A fire burns in the hearth, the warmth chasing away the last of my chill. Hundreds of books line the bookcases, evidence of Gavin’s love of reading, and an elegant bar graces one wall, the antique gilded mirror reflecting the fire’s crackling flames. Other than the single wing-backed chair facing the fire, a small table, and his violin, the room is empty.
I readjust my purse strap over my shoulder and step across the threshold.
Gavin rises from the chair and turns to face me. Dressed in an expensive black Armani suit, his dark hair cascades over his collar, silky and smooth. The glow from the fire accentuates half his features while shrouding the other side in darkness. Even from this distance, the sparkle in his brown eye is unmistakable, and when he smiles, revealing a long, white fang, my heart skips a beat. He’s handsome and irresistible, a combination I’m not prepared to deal with.
“Welcome, Rosalie.” He motions to me with his finger, the gesture both friendly and commanding at the same time. “Come, join me by the fire.”
I swallow the lump forming in my throat and walk across the polished wooden floor. My pumps click against the surface, echoing in the room. Hmmm…great acoustics.
As I draw closer, the dark side of Gavin’s features become visible. Etched in fine silver, a mask covers the left side of his face from forehead to cheek. I know he’s sensitive about what’s underneath, so I focus on his gaze and smile. “Thank you for taking the time to chat with me.”
He lowers his head in deference. “But, of course.”
His gaze locks onto mine, and I swear he can see into the deepest recesses of my mind, unravelling all of my secrets. Uncomfortable with his scrutiny, I lower my gaze.
He steps forward, his massive presence invading my personal space. The rich scent of licorice fills my senses and my head reels. He places his finger under my chin, his touch as smooth as silk. With a gentle nudge, he encourages me to look at him.
When I do, he smiles and an adorable dimple forms in his cheek. “You said you wanted to ask me some questions. How can I please you?”
The innuendo is there, but I choose to ignore it, despite the rubber balls bouncing in my stomach. “Yes, I have some questions for you from the readers.”
He raises an eyebrow and brushes his thumb over my cheek as if he has every right. A slow chuckle rumbles in his chest. “The readers?”
“Yes,” I choke out, the stroke of his thumb warming me more than the fire, “the readers want to know more about you.”
“Well, by all means, let’s not disappoint them.” He drops his hand, and I miss his warmth already.
I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. “Damn you, Gavin. You’re too sexy for your own good.”
He laughs, a good hearty chortle. “That’s because you know me. I bet there are several blood courtesans that would beg to differ with you.”
“Ah, yes, you do keep them at arms length, don’t you?”
His features darken, a tic pulsing to life under his eye. “Let’s get on with it. What are your reader’s questions?”
Now this was the Gavin most people knew—arrogant, demanding, stoic.
I move closer to the fire to avoid his gaze. My fingers shake as I tug open my purse and pull out my iPad.
“Ah, hell. I’m sorry, Rosalie.” Gavin places his palms on my shoulders and runs his fingers down my arms. Even through the sheer material of my blouse, his touch is electric. A shiver, not born from the cold, ripples over my skin.
“Apology accepted, Gavin. Let’s concentrate on the interview, okay?”
He strides past me, reentering my field of vision. The gruffness is gone from his features, his beautiful smile returning in an instant. He holds out his palm toward his chair. “Please, have a seat.”
I glance at the comfortable chair, the soft material calling to me, but he’s unnerved me with his mood swings, and I can’t bring myself to sit. I shake my head and palm my iPad. With a quick tap, I open the file. My attention focuses on the first question. “Let’s ease into this. Here’s an easy one. If you could be any animal you wanted, what would you be and why?”
He raises an eyebrow and a spark flares in his brown eye. “None. Becoming an animal reminds me of shifters,” his lip curls. “I disdain shifters.”
I stifle a laugh. “You do know I write about shifters more than anything, right?”
“At least you’ve seen the light, so to speak, and have come over to the dark side.” He smiles and his fangs glint in the firelight.
My heart picks up speed, and I swallow. “Okay, next question. How often and how long do you work out?”
His shoulders tense and even through the thick cloth of his expensive jacket, his muscles bulge enough to stretch the material taut. “The only workout I need is the one in my bedroom, length and frequency depend on my partner.”
A hard wracking cough bursts from my lungs, part laughter, part shock. When I get control of myself, I peer at him. “Of that, I have no doubt. All righty then, this next question goes right along with that. Would you like to taste the pleasures of a Latina?”
His lip quirks into an amusing grin. “But of course, all types of women entice me. What else do you have?”
I glance at my screen. “Besides breasts and butts, what do you think is the sexiest body part on a woman?”
His gaze roams down my body, lingering at my breasts and my thighs before returning to my face. His intense gaze locks onto mine. “Eyes. As a wise man once said, eyes are the windows to the soul.”
My chest tightens, and I take a small step forward, as if he’s willing me to him. He wraps his hand around the base of my head and leans toward me. His lips brush against my throat and his breath tickles my ear. “I also like necks,” he whispers.
I inhale, my pulse skyrocketing. Heat flushes up my chest and into my cheeks.
Gavin pulls back enough to look at me. “Ah, yes. I love it when a woman blushes. The rush of blood is so tantalizing.”
“Does blood type matter to you?” I lick my lips and his gaze focuses there. Realizing what I’ve done, I draw away before I’m completely under his spell. He releases me, a soft chuckle easing from his lips. “Not really. Each is different, like wine. Some vampires prefer red, others white, and some want champagne. I don’t have a discerning palette, any blood type will do. More questions?”
I don’t want to continue, my need to flee ripping through my veins, but I’m not done. There’s still a few questions left. I step toward the large picture window and glance into the dark sky. Between the clouds, a few stars twinkle. I relax the death grip I have on the iPad and read the next one. “What do you look for in a woman and what is your idea of a perfect romantic date?”
Gavin strolls up behind me and wraps his fingers around his violin. The instrument is a beautiful piece, hand carved and polished to a fine sheen. It looks old, but well cared for. Gavin strokes his fingers down the strings and along the fine wooden grain like a lover. Reverence tightens his features, pulling the skin on his cheek taut against the mask. “I haven’t left my home in over one hundred years. So, a perfect date for me would be here, in my library, a young woman enjoying the sounds of my instrument as much as I. Her eyes would glow with happiness, with her joy of life, and I’d soak up every moment, like a weed in the sunshine.”
My heart aches at the soulful need buried in his statement. He’s alone, lonely, and suffering. I place my hand on his arm. “Perhaps she’s right around the corner.”
He blinks as if he was lost in his musings, and his gaze focuses on me. Lines etch around his brown eye. “Only in my dreams. Is there anything else?”
I glance at my notes. “One last thing. Just say something sexy.”
His gorgeous smile returns, amusement gleaming in his eye. With a quickness born of his kind, he tugs me into his embrace and cradles my head in his palm. Tilting my chin to the side, he exposes my neck and whispers in my ear. “Hungry, you say? Why yes, don’t mind if I do.”
CONCEALED featuring Gavin Morris is one of the stories in the upcoming Blood Courtesans box set: Awakenings releasing January 17, 2018. To pre-order, click <<here>>