Thanks for the reviews!! Silvanelf is right, reviews feed the addiction for writers, so the more you review the faster I will write!

I also want to confess that I started this as a one-shot… that became two… then three (partially because I love writing Mick/Josef dialogue) and now I have been hit with inspiration and it will be a whole story!!!! I am not sure how long it will go, but I want to warn readers that it is a work in progress (although I have figured out the basic plot) so just stick with me!

As always, hope you enjoy!!

Innuendos

"What are you doing here?" Mick looked at Beth, his eyes lingering over her form.

"I'm here to cover a story. What are you doing here?" Beth looked around; the chill was beginning to get to her.

"What story? This is a vamp club."

Beth's eyes widened, No wonder! Mick saw the shock on her face and realized she finally had gotten herself in too deep. The gentlemen in Mick won out and he stood up and offered Beth his jacket and escorted her to the table.

"Thanks," Beth shivered under his jacket, "You look good in that suit."

Josef smiled and stood up as Beth reached the table, "I have been trying to tell him that for years…"

Beth smiled. Her previous encounter with Josef had not been as relaxed; she liked this side of him more. Mick slid into the booth after Beth, protecting her from the hungry customers of the club.

As Josef sat down, he motioned to the nearest waitress, "Could you bring me a AB negative blond?" The waitress nodded and she disappeared into the crowd. Beth looked questionably at Josef and Mick glared at him. Josef shrugged, "What? I am here to enjoy myself, so what if I only indulge in the best?" He grinned at Mick, who shook his head in disapproval.

"What…?" Beth was confused. She looked to Mick for an explanation.

Josef answered her, "AB negative is the rarest blood type. I particularly enjoy the sweetness." He flashed his fangs at her.

"And the blond?" Beth asked, a little unnerved, but she didn't let that stop her. The need-to-know reporter in her had kicked in.

Making eye contact, Mick answered, "It is just a preference; it has nothing to do with taste. Biting is close to sex for vamps…" He trailed off, hoping she would get the idea.

"Oh." Beth said. What about the desert? Her face flushed and she looked down. Mick noticed the blood rushing to Beth's face and realized she was thinking about the desert. His face lost all color. He tried to think of a convincing explanation…But not with you…because… you know…we're just friends…yeah. It was a lost cause…

Josef chuckled silently at the awkwardness across the table. The silence was broken by a young blond, "Someone order an AB negative?"

Beth took this as her cue to leave. She nudged Mick to move as Josef motioned for the woman to sit. Mick and Beth stood up. Josef started seducing the woman. He might be paying, but blood always tasted better when the freshie was aroused.

Beth turned to say good-bye and felt Josef's allure wash over her. She was mesmerized. She watched Josef with rabid attention. She was aroused and disgusted all at once, but she couldn't stop watching—Mick noticed— Josef was laying it on thick. But Mick didn't break her concentration, because the blood pumping through Beth's veins was distracting him. Beth squirmed as Josef sank his fangs into to woman's neck…yet she still couldn't pull herself away. The woman moaned in pleasure and again the blood rushed to Beth's face…She shouldn't be watching this. Beth stood there, unable to move, watching Josef—who was totally engulfed in his meal— as Mick watched her.

It seemed that Mick was not the only one.

A tall vamp stalked across the club. He was heading directly for Beth, but no one noticed. Well…almost no one…

Adriana saw the vamp. He had been enjoying himself all evening on some of her more expensive freshies, but he had seemed fine…until now. Adriana knew that look… She knew it all too well. He was lusting after blood, but why this freshie's? Adriana moved to intercept the vamp.

Nothing is going to happen tonight...