Dracula: The Series
Companion
Chapter 4
Warm afternoon sunlight filtered through the windows of the restaurant. The serving staff was discreet and moved quickly and silently. Several of the clients were high powered businessmen. A few of the men kept glancing at the table that held Alexander Lucard and his guest.
"You have barely spoken all afternoon." He said gently.
Lexa looked up, "I'm sorry. I'm not used to company. I spend a lot of time on my own." She pulled back her shoulders, lifting her head slightly. "Are you into sports?"
"I am."
"How about women's tennis?"
"Which match are you referring to?"
Lucard listened as Lexa talked about the sport. He listened attentively, his right hand gently rested around the water glass. His left was resting on the table. He'd never been this relaxed with a human.
"What did your father say when you told him you were going out?" Lucard asked absently.
She was quiet for a moment, "He was already at work. We don't talk much, not since my mother left."
He watched her face, the pain that flickered there was real. "I did not mean to pry."
She shook her head, "Its fine. Some days the memories are tougher to ignore then others. They makes your realize just how much you've lived."
"Indeed," His voice held more emotion then he'd intended. Her gaze met his and for a moment they shared perfect understanding.
Lexa looked away first and changed the topic, "I saw you at the gallery opening."
After that the conversation was light and easy.
It was still warm and bright outside as Lucard's limo parked in front of Lexa's house. Alexander got out and came around to her side, opening the door. He held out a hand and she took it. The instant their skin touched he felt a jolt up his arm. It was like a low wattage shock seared up his blood. His grip tightened around her hand.
Lucard focused, they were staring at one another. Her dark blue eyes were wide and filled with so many things. It took effort to look away from that gaze, it took even more to let go of her hand.
Instead of focusing on the rush of concern, Lucard spoke, "Thank you for a wonderful afternoon, Miss Graham."
"Thank you also, Mr. Lucard." She whispered gently.
That whisper, it was like an aphrodisiac. His head was spinning with desire as she walked up the path to her house.
"Lexa," He called her name. His desire for her was painful.
She paused and turned, her eyes hooded; one hand touching her neck absently as if she felt the same desire.
"Mr. Lucard?" Her voice was unsteady.
"Can I see you again?"
"Yes."
His chest loosened, "Tonight?"
Her lips curled into a soft smile, "Don't you have that embassy meeting tonight?"
"Yes, come with me."
Her eyes flashed, "I'd be delighted."
"Good, "He smiled, "I wouldn't have taken no for an answering. Be ready for six."
"I will be."
