Kissing with Fangs
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Authors: Ashlyn Chase
Copyright © 2014 by Ashlyn Chase
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To Gaye T. I'd include her last name, but it's one of those seven-hundred-letter-long jobbies with no vowels. She'll understand. She doesn't even use it, and not because she's a lazy slug like me.
Anthony closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose in front of the burnt-out wreck that used to be his bar, Boston Uncommon. Even in the darkness he could see the destruction too well. His dear “aunt” Sadie rested her hand on his shoulder. Neither spoke for a few reverent moments.
At last, Sadie said, “I know it's bad, but at least no one diedâ¦per se.”
Anthony slowly opened his eyes and stared at her. “Per se?”
His only living relative pursed her lips. “I don't know if I should tell you this⦔
Anthony sighed. “You have my attention now. Tell me whatever it is, whether you think I ought to know or not.”
“It's Claudia. She's in trouble.”
Now his psychic aunt
really
had Anthony's attention.
Claudia had been on his mind too, but not because he thought anything was wrong with his beautiful, stylish bar manager. He assumed a smart woman like Claudia would find another job in a snapâand he would miss her terribly.
He'd trusted her completely with his business, and not just because she had an MBA. She was always there during the daylight hours when he couldn't be. He missed her cheery smile and their private conversations in his office, and if he were honest, he'd admit to missing
her
more than his lost income.
She'd never know that, though. He had to hide every emotion he had toward Claudia from his psycho ex-girlfriend, Ruxandra, for Claudia's safety.
“Come to think of it, she hasn't called to ask for a reference. What's wrong?” he asked.
“I'm not sure. I get the sense she's in emotional turmoil. It's more than an unhappy feeling I'm picking up. Possibly, she's very depressedâor worse. Call her.”
Anthony dug his cell phone out of his suit jacket pocket. As he pushed the number 1 on his speed dial, he realized again how important she had been to him. If she was depressed, he needed to give her more than a phone call.
It rang a few times before she picked up. Her garbled hello alarmed him.
“Claudia?”
“Who wans to know?”
“It's Anthony. Are you all right?”
After a long pause, he repeated the question.
“I'm jus' fine an' dandy.”
“You sound drunk.”
She snorted. “So? I'm over twenty-one. I'm in my own 'partment. Don't I have the right to drown my sorrows?”
He gentled his voice. “What sorrows, Claudia? What's happening?”
She laughed. “I los' my job. I thought you knew that. You were my boss.”
It had to be more than that. “Claudia, I'm coming over.”
“No! I mean, please don't. I'll be fine.”
“I'm on my way.” He hung up and dropped his phone back into his jacket pocket.
He touched Sadie's arm. “Thank you for telling me.”
“Call me later and let me know how fucked up she is.”
Anthony raised his eyebrows.
She raised hers right back at him. “You can't be shocked at my language. You've heard it before. Listen, I wouldn't have had a vision if all was well. Oh, and be sure to tell her I'm thinking of her.”
He nodded and jogged around the corner to a deserted side street before he took off at top speed. After all, he couldn't let the constant crowds on Charles Street see him virtually disappear. They weren't supposed to know vampires existedâalong with dragons, werewolves, and any other number of supernaturals. Boston Uncommon had been a safe haven for all of them. Anthony couldn't help wondering where they'd all go now.
He had Claudia's address memorized. Even though he had never been to her high-rise apartment overlooking the river, the big sign bragged, “If you lived here, you'd be home by now.” It took him about two seconds to reach it.
A
doorman. Shit.
If the gentleman opened the door without asking him to come in, it didn't count as an invitation into someone else's home. Without it, he couldn't get in. So, Anthony tried for a little small talk.
“Nice evening.”
“Yes, sir.” As predicted, the man opened the door but didn't invite him in.
Anthony spotted the concierge behind the desk inside. “Uh, I don't live here, but I'd like to see someone who does. What should I do?”
“Speak to the concierge inside.”
That sounded like it
might
be
an invitation. Better to be sure. “So, I should go in?”
The gentleman's brow wrinkled. “Yes, sir.”
“Thank you.”
That
was
a
trifle
awkward, but it did the trick.
The concierge offered him a welcoming smile but when asked to notify Claudia Fletcher that she had a visitor, he gave Anthony the unexpected news that she had moved out.
“Where is she now?”
The concierge looked uncomfortable and said, “I'm not at liberty to give anyone that information.”
Anthony leaned in until he held the other man's gaze. “If you have the information I just asked for, you will give it to me, and you won't remember divulging it.”
“Yes, sir.” In slow motion, the gentleman reached under the desk and drew out an old-fashioned index-card box. He thumbed through the alphabetical tabs until he located Fletcher, Claudia, and offered the card to Anthony.
A Cambridge address in Claudia's handwriting occupied the space for forwarding mail
.
At the bottom she'd scrawled, “If I continued to live here, I'd be homeless by now.”
***
Anthony took off at a brisk jog to her Cambridge apartment. He could no longer fly since he didn't know exactly where he was going. On the way, he reflected back to when he'd first met the klutzy waitress who became his bar managerâ¦and how Ruxandra had instantly spotted the attraction.
He had been gazing with appreciation at one of his waitresses, Claudia, a blond with a pixie cut. She caught him staring at her, and the tray she carried crashed to the floor. She gasped and quickly stooped down to gather the large pieces of glass.
Anthony had to force himself to ignore her perfectly rounded bottom and help her. “Hang, on, Claudia,” he called. “I'll be right there.” He found the broom and long-handled dustpan while Joel brought her a damp towel.
“I'm so sorry, Anthony. Ouch!” She'd pricked her finger on a piece of glass, and a tiny red bead seeped out.
His mouth watered. The smell of her blood was intoxicating, but he wrestled himself under control. It would have been so easy to lick that wound and stop the bleeding instantlyâ¦if he could resist more than a taste.
No
snacking
on
the
staff, no matter how wonderful she smells
, he ordered himself.
“This sort of thing happens, Claudia. Step back and let me sweep up the shards of glass.”
“I should do that. I made the mess. IâI feel like such a spaz.”
Little did she know he found her flustered reaction to his gaze adorable. He'd better keep that to himself, however. Otherwise he might have to “clean up aisle one” a lot more.
“It's all right. I've got it. Just replace the drinks you were bringing to your customers.”
Claudia sagged as if defeated and returned to the bar where Joel was already re-pouring the order.
“What happened?” Joel whispered to her.
Anthony wouldn't have heard the exchange if not for his superior vampiric senses.
“I just didn't have the tray balanced properly. I've never waitressed before. I'll get used to it eventually, I'm sure.”
“Don't take too long,” Joel said as he set two new cocktails on a dry tray.
Claudia let out a little groan and carefully walked the drinks over to the waiting customers.
In only a few minutes, the spill was cleaned up and everything seemed to be returning to normal. Anthony had just laid a hand on Claudia's shoulder, ready to reassure her that she wasn't in any trouble, when suddenly the door burst open and Ruxandra strutted in.
“I knew it!”
Anthony growled. “Ruxandra.” He straightened his six-foot frame and strode over to his ex-girlfriend, now nemesis. “You're not welcome here.”
“I can see that. I might spoil your plans with your new
whore
.”
“Ruxandra!” He didn't know what else to say in front of a full bar of staff and patrons, so he grabbed her arm and dragged her outside.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded.
She flipped her long blond hair over her shoulder. “I came to bring you back where you belong, lover. With me.”
“I'm not your lover anymore, and I belong where I say I belong.”
Unconcerned, she finger-walked her way up his chest. “Then I must belong here too, because we belong together.”
“No. We do not.”
She ripped her arm out of his grasp and pouted. “But I always took care of you, Anthony. You need me. Why do you keep running away from me?”
“Because you won't let me go.” His posture sagged. “Look. You took good care of me when we were together, it's true. But your jealousy ruined our relationship. I can't have you ruining my business too.
“But I'm no good without you.” Her lower lip jutted out as it did whenever she was trying to manipulate him. Her pretty pout used to work but not anymore.
“I'm sorry you feel that way. I'm infinitely better off without you controlling my every move.”
“You're my maker. You're responsible for me.” She folded her arms and tipped her head back as if daring him to defy her logic.
“You can't talk like that in public.” He grasped her arm again and led her back inside to his office. As soon as they were behind the closed and locked door, he took a deep, steadying breath. “I've taught you all I knowâincluding not to use words like âmaker' in front of humans. We are not lovers anymore and haven't been for decades. You're not even my friend. My duty has been met, and you have no claim on me.”
She stomped her foot and the hardwood floor cracked. “But I need your protection. It's a big, scary world out there.”
He couldn't help it. He leaned back and roared, laughing. When he had composed himself, she was glaring at him.
“If anything, the world needs protection from you, Ruxandra. My bar is off-limits. I cannot prevent you from staying in the city, but I can ban you from my business.”
“It's a public place. I don't need an invitation.”
“It's my bar, and I can ban anyone who doesn't behave themselves in it.”
“I haven't done anythingâyet.”
“I'm afraid you have. You called one of my waitstaff a whore.”
She snorted. “Is that all anyone has to do to get banned? Use a bad word? Ha! You won't be open very long if that's the case.”
“I won't be open long if you cause a scene every time you get jealous.”
She tipped her nose in the air and sniffed.
He'd had all he could stand of her. “Ruxandra, I need to get back to work.” He unlocked his office, marched her to the front door, and gave her a shove. “Now, go away.”
A couple passed them on the sidewalk and stared.
“I'll go for now, but I'll be back. Mark my words. You'll regret throwing me away like trash.”
Anthony had to bite his cheek to avoid the retort he so badly wanted to mutter. Instead, he just hoped he'd have a bar to run the next evening.
***
Stepping out of his flashback, he found the street he'd been looking for near Central Square and stopped to catch his breathâwhat there was of it.
At the brick apartment building's entrance, a few buzzers showed names of tenants. He located the one for C. Fletcher and pressed it. No answer.
She
wouldn't have left because I said I was coming over, would she?
He leaned on the buzzer and didn't take his finger off until Claudia's voice shouted, “Cut that out!”
“Claudia! It's Anthony. Let me in.”
“I tol' you not to come,” she slurred.
“Well, I'm here, and I'm not leaving until I see you.”
After a few tense seconds, a third-story window slid open. When Anthony looked up, Claudia leaned out. “There. You've seen me. Now go away.” She swayed and he was afraid she might fall out.
“Let me in, Claudia.” He was tempted to jump up to that high window, but she didn't know what he was.
It
might
scare
her
straight, but I couldn't enter without her permission, so I'd just wind up hanging off the side of the building and
that
wouldn't attract attention
at all.
A young man stared as he walked by. Anthony couldn't help feeling a little stalker-ish, standing on her doorstep and begging to come in.
At last, Claudia let out a loud sigh and said, “Oh, all right.” She slammed the window shut, and a few seconds later she buzzed him in.
Now
what? Is a buzzer enough of an invitation when someone doesn't want you to enter?
He opened the door and cautiously extended his foot past the threshold.
Whew. I guess it is.
Either that, or Claudia really
did
want to see him. He went with that assumption and genuinely hoped he was right.
Jogging up to the third floor, he wondered what he should say to her.
I
miss
you? I can't believe I won't see you every day?
She opened the door just a crack, but it was enough for him to see her face. Her eyes were red, puffy, and ringed with smudged black mascara. He never dreamed he'd see her like this. She always seemed so smartly put together, but clearly she was falling apart.
“Claudia,” he said softly. “May I come in?”
She hesitated but eventually let out a deep breath and opened the door. “Why not?”
