I sighed with pleasure as Wolfric and I waited for Mitchell to bring the car around to the front of the restaurant. I patted my stomach, "I hate to admit it, but that was a damn fine meal, Wolfric."

"That's probably the nicest thing you've said to me all night."

I nudged him in the side with my elbow, "Very funny, wise guy." I intertwined my fingers together and stretched my arms up over my head as I asked, "So, when do I get to meet the elusive Miss Valerie and Mister Leargan?"

Wolfric glanced down at the Rolex on his wrist, "Not until tomorrow night, I'm afraid."

I glanced at him from narrowed eyes, "And why is that?"

He held out the watch so I could read the time, it was almost three in the morning. "It is too close to dawn, Rowena. Your beautiful skin may not be affected by the sun, but mine and others do. So, I'm afraid your interrogation will have to wait until tomorrow night."

I folded my arms with a pout. Pooh, I didn't like waiting. "Fine. I'll swing by your club around midnight or so to question your vamps."

I raised a brow when Wolfric lifted my free hand to his lips and laid a kiss on the top. "I would be glad," he practically purred, "to pick you up, my dear."

I chuckled, but slipped my hand well away from his mouth. Distance was safer. "I bet you would, Slick. But I need to spend a few hours in the office tomorrow. You know how it is."

Wolfric frowned and started to open his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by the car's arrival. Phew.

I slid inside and Wolfric joined me in the backseat.

I clapped my hands and spoke in a snooty British accent, "Take me home, Roger."

Mitchell swiveled around in his seat and wrapped an arm around the back of his chair, with a raised brow he asked me, "Roger?"

I shrugged and cut the accent, "I've always wanted a butler named Roger."

He shook his head and looked at his boss in question.

"Let's take her home, Mitchell," Wolfric said from beside me.

With a nod, Mitchell turned back around and drove. He was trained very well. Woof.

The car was silent as it made the trek back to my apartment, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence though. Thank God for that. I think Wolfric was thinking about my case, and I was thinking about how my interrogations would go tomorrow.

It was rather irritating that I couldn't get it over with tonight. It would've given me a sense of accomplishment if I'd actually done some detective work instead of eating (though the food was terrific). This case is a tricky one, and if Wolfric's goons aren't the ones I'm looking for then I'm not sure where I'll go from there.

A thought suddenly occurred to me, there was one person I could talk to. Someone who knew the streets like the back of his hand and made it his business to know everyone and everything about this city. If something fishy was going on under the radar in New York, say a serial killing vamp, then my informant would know at least something about it.

All I needed to do was pay him a little visit. Tomorrow night, I decided, I'd go and see him tomorrow night before I went into the office. I grinned to myself, going to see Nicholas Marx was always a fun time.

I peered out the window and was a little surprised to see that we had already turned down my street. How long had I been lost in thought?

I jumped a bit when Wolfric took my hand from where it lay on the seat and cradled it between the two of his. I raised a brow as I looked between him and the hand he clasped.

His thumb drew invisible circles over the top of my hand as he searched my face. "So many expressions that pass over those eyes," he observed. "It intrigues me. Makes me wonder what is running through that quick mind of yours." His eyes sharpened as they focused on mine, "What makes your eyes sparkle in glee, Rowena?"

Was I that easy to read? I wondered. Or was he just really good at this sort of thing? I was betting on a bit of both. I tried to slip my hand out, but he held on and refused to give it up. I glared at him as I replied, "I was thinking about the case. Can I have my hand back now? I'm rather fond of it."

As the car came to a stop, Wolfric slowly and reluctantly released my hand, "If your job give you that my pleasure, my dear, I can't wait to see what expression you give to men you fancy."

I rolled my eyes at that, "Wouldn't you like to know."

He didn't bother to make a comment as I thought he would. Wolfric remained silent as the car came rolling to a stop in front of my apartment building and still as he climbed out on his side and made his way around to my door. The silence was starting to give me the willies, Wolfric wasn't the silent type and his lack of retort was unnerving.

Like the gentlemen, Wolfric opened my door for me and I struggled to slide out of the car without flashing the world what I had on under my dress. When I manged to get out, I fumbled with my purse and the folder before I turned to Wolfric, "Thanks for the grub. I'll probably be by your club somewhere around midnight."

He didn't reply, which heightened my nerves a bit more. I shrugged, "Well, I guess I'll see you later then."

I began to turn away, but he grabbed me by the arm and stopped me. Wrapping one arm around my waist, Wolfric brought me against him. Deja Vu, this situation seemed very familiar. I placed my free hand on Wolfric's chest and pushed, with no prevail, "Oh no you don't. You're not going to catch me by surprise this time, Buster."

He didn't seem to hear me since he continued to lean in. So I reached up and flicked him on the ear. That got his attention, much to my relief, but he didn't back off.

"You don't want me to?" he asked in that burr of his.

"Hell-!" that was as far as I got before he struck. The cheating bastard sneak-attacked me.

The hand that wasn't wrapped around me, snuck up to tangle itself in my hair. Wolfric angled my neck up so he didn't have to bend as much and so he could deepen the kiss.

My first thought was to push him away and punch him right in the schnoz. But then my eyes began to go blurry and I decided to shut them for a bit, I'd kill Wolfric in a minute. Or two. Next thing I knew I was kissing him back. Sue me, I'm a healthy woman with a even healthier libido that seems to have a hankering for tall and hunky, Scottish vampires. Can you really blame me?

Have I mentioned that Wolfric has a wonderfully delicious mouth? Well he sure does know how to use it. My head was swimming by the time we finally broke apart. I was very pleased with myself when I realized that Wolfric was breathing as hard as I was. I'm a good kisser too.

He didn't straighten, instead he kept his lips just above mine. "Come back to my house with me, Rowena."

I had to swallow several times before I could speak, "I don't think so."

I watched frustration cloud his eyes, "Why for God's sake? You want me as much as I want you, why not just give in to what we both want?"

On legs that were a little shaky, I stepped back and out of Wolfric's arms, "I'm not that easy, Wolfric. It's going to take a bit more than a few heated kisses before I just jump in the sack with you." No matter how much I really, really want to, I silently added.

Wolfric let out a growl that would've done a real wolf proud as he thrust his hands into his thick hair and pulled. He paced away and then back, away and then back again. I watched in fascination, I've never seen him so uncontrolled before. If I wasn't so affected by that kiss, I would be on the ground now rolling with laughter.

He stalked back over to me and stood in front of me, his arms crossed over his chest. "Okay, Rowena," he said to me in a hoarse voice. "You need time, I can understand that. But-," he interjected before I could speak. "Don't expect me to wait too long." Those heated green eyes fixed on me, "I've wanted you too long and too much to wait for much longer."

My jaw creaked with the force I used to grit my teeth, "You arrogant son of a bitch! You're just so sure that I'll just come crawling to you in a few days?! Sorry, sweetie, but no man gets me unless I want to be got!" I whirled away and stomped towards the door to my building. Before I shut the door I decided to give him one last taste of my temper, "If I need sex, that doesn't mean I need you to scratch that itch!"

I slammed the door and trudged up the stairs, mumbling curses aimed at that slimy, cocky bastard the entire way.

I unlocked the door to my apartment with quick and angry motions. Pushing my way inside I automatically kicked off my heels and dropped my stuff on the counter.

"I can't believe," I said between my teeth as I stormed to my room, "that I got all gussied up for that ass." I slipped out of the dress tossed it and the bra and panties in the dirty clothes hamper. I padded naked over to my dresser as I pummeled through my clothes for some pajamas. I pulled on an oversize black t-shirt, still thinking about doing some bodily harm to that asshole Wolfric.

As I wiped off my lipstick and brushed my teeth I finally started to calm down a little bit. Not much, I was still hopping mad, but I was starting to cool off.

Climbing into bed, I still thought it was very insulting that Wolfric was so sure that he was going to get me. Sure I liked kissing him, but did that mean I wanted to bang him every time I got near him? No way. My libido called me a liar.

Maybe I'd take Hank with me to Wolfric's club tomorrow, I thought with a yawn. Show that Scottish idiot that I could get any good looking man I wanted. That I wasn't dying to have him and only him.

Yeah, I'd like to see the look on Wolfric's face when I walk in the door with another man on my arm. Maybe I'd ask Hank about it tomorrow.

I fell asleep with a mischievous smile on my lips