"I think someone's sweet on you," Franklin teased closing the door behind him when they returned to their suite.

Tara didn't bother to comment taking her heels off and tossing them into her room unceremoniously. Franklin followed her in the room with his shirt unbuttoned at the top and his hands resting in his jacket pockets. He watched Tara undress and tilted his head and she moved around her room neither of them concerned with her lack of clothing.

"She's your type you know," he continued.

"Type?" Tara turned on him as she went to the bathroom getting ready for a nice hot shower.

"Yea, you know, what you'd want to come home to everyday type."

Tara gave him a look starting the shower, "fuck off Franklin."

He went further into the room sitting on the edge of the bed, "hear me out," he raised his voice so he could be heard over the rushing water. "She's an older woman, well, she would be an older woman if you were human—she's got an air of sophistication and worldliness to her that's a mix of self control, but you know there's a hint of something naughty about her."

"I don't do humans," she threw out as she got in the shower.

Franklin pursed his lips, "well, she's you're in so you bloody well better start."

"Why, I thought Lesaron had a hard on for your family name when you were talking."

"He did, but since his ex wife has taken a liking to you that's two avenues we can exploit, besides this might get you laid.

"What?"

"My god Tara, has it been so long you've forgotten what's it's called?" He rose from the bed chuckling on his way.

Tara heard him leave rolling her eyes at the comedian. Enjoying the burning water on her skin she stared aimlessly at the tile as she thought about her type. Her type had changed over the years. She'd always had a nagging attraction to older women she remembered her first crush was her grade school guidance counselor and after that there were string of authority figures that caught her attention. Over the years she dated several women of different ages and sizes and backgrounds. There was a long line of women before Tara felt like Pam was the one. Was it because of their bond? Was it genuine attraction? Or was it the older woman fetish?

She didn't know. She turned her back to the shower let it beat down on her. She didn't know and she didn't care. Every time she thought about Pam it made her tired. And there were time when she didn't feel tired, but she examined their dynamic and wondered why she had fallen so hard for someone who didn't want her? Perhaps it was the forbidden fruit complex?

She turned the water off and toweled herself off. When she was dry she got into her bed and a button so the blinds could close and shroud the room in complete black. Dropping onto her she bounced before she settled under the blankets.

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Maryann glared at her watch. Tara was late, by fifteen minutes she was late. The waiter had come by three times already and she finally caved for a one drink while she waited. She promised herself at the last drop of it succumbed she would get up and leave. Now she was sips from her last drop and still no sign or word from Tara. Standing up she paid her bill adding as tip. Collecting her purse and jacket she started toward the double doors that lead to the parking lot so the attendant could get her car.

"Hey," Tara jogged toward Maryann as soon as she opened the car door.

She glanced at the vampire and then got in the driver seat anyway. Tara caught the door before the brunette could slam it shut surprising the woman as she stared at the hand holding it at bay.

"Lightening quick reflexes remember," Tara smirk widening the door.

Maryann got out, "that might have come in handy," she checked her wrist watch, "twenty minutes ago."

Tara eyed the woman's watch, "I'm sorry I'm late."

"There's a lot you don't know about me Tara, but if we're going to be friends then I would for you to remember one thing—I hate when people keep me waiting. Sitting alone assuring a disbelieving waiter that the second party is on it's way."

"I was," Tara rushed. "Something came up."

"And you couldn't have called?"

"No I couldn't have," Tara stared sincerely.

"Do I get a better explanation than that?"

"No, just an apology."

"Then we're done here I think," she was about to return to the driver's seat, but Tara's hand on her waist stopped her.

Pushing her against her car the flat of Maryann's hands were presses against the window while Tara's nose dipped down and inhaled the woman's perfume from behind, "where are you going?" she asked.

"Home," Maryann impressed herself by sounding more in control than she felt.

Tara turned her around unceremoniously and her eyes roamed over her body noticing every detail of her arousal like her twitching pulse and her hammering heart. With the vampire's hands sandwiching the woman on each sides she wondered where to go from there. Tara had come to this with no preconceived notions of getting this woman in bed or even enjoying herself, she was following orders. Pushing a bang that fell into Maryanne's left eye away she watched fascinated by the hitch in her breath.

Maryann was enjoying this. It would be easy just to take her home and do whatever she wished, hell, with how ready she looked Maryann might not mind if she bent her over in the backseat and had her way with her Tara mused to herself.

Pushing off the car she stepped away closing the door and commandeering the woman's keys pressing the button to lock it. Placing the keys in her jacket pocket she moved away giving the woman breathing room as she stated, "let's eat."

Maryann was a woman used to having control she'd ready over the woman's files about her work history, school, and her past relationships. She was attracted to strong men, but in the end she always ended it because something was off. Did she feel like they couldn't handle her? A vampire was fairly new territory for her—the boutique owner was fascinated and Tara would use that to her advantage. Curiosity was her weakness and Maryann's desire to be conquered because of her own unfulfilled fantasies gave Tara an opening to implant herself in the life of a woman who made such a large impact on her target. Her bosses would be happy.

Straightening her clothes she moved cautiously from her car, "my purse is in the car."

Tara took her arm, "I'm paying."