The Vampire's Second Chance novel Chapter 18

Christine

"Would you have dinner with me?" Sebastian's words echoed through my head as I tried to get ready. Those smooth words of confidence had me pooling in my hot pink panties.

As soon as Sebastian closed the coffee shop door, Pamela was already back to her official claimed seat, where she had spent time with me all day. Her chin layed propped up on her hands, her eyelashes blinking with excitement. Her purple hair was now twisted into two space buns on the top of her head.

"You are so going," she circled her finger around my face until she popped me on my nose. "You better be going anyway." She looked at the door and back at me. "The chemistry between the two of you was so stifling I had male customers shuffling their cocks in their pants.

I had gasped at her words, but they indeed broke the shock of having a vampire that asked me out. A vampire I should very well stay away from, especially since he had a mate somewhere. I couldn't do the whole casual thing. It wasn't in my cards. I wanted something serious, just like I thought Wyatt was.

And look how well that turned out.

Getting my heart broken again wasn't an option.

Pamela continued to point out how the chemistry was there, the undeniable charge of electricity between us, and I didn't doubt her. Not one bit because I felt it. When he touched my hand, the warmth, the tingling of want, went straight to all the lady parts that didn't need to come to life. They were still all wound up over a damn picture I created on the tablet.

I pulled my tablet from my bag and sat on the bed. Turning it on, his face appeared again. Something about him that I couldn't put my finger on had me wanting more, but I couldn't, right?

Mates, the vampires, the supernaturals believed in that sort of thing, and I didn't. Right?

It was an exciting concept, sure. If they are true, then going to this dinner wouldn't be wise. Right? I should send a text message to Suron to contact Sebastian because I'm sure he had his number. Suron knew everything about everyone here. That was probably why my family problems were told to Sebastian.

Good thing I don't tell my parents everything. I snickered.

My phone pinged as soon as I turned on the screen.

Wolfie Friend: You aren't backing out, right?

I rolled my eyes. Pamela was dead set on me going on this 'date,' and she had to know the play by play how it turned out.

The Doubter: Yes.

I replied stiffly when I hit enter. Who was I kidding? I was curious to see what Sebastian had planned. I needed to find out his deal. Why be friends with a lonely human girl when he could go make friends with some vampires? The vampire-to-human ratio was even. Or he could easily go talk to bleach blonde bimbo, Amber, downstairs. With the tops she wears I'm sure she is giving some of her breasts out for free.

The phone continued to ping as I went through the closet to find an outfit

Ping, ping, ping.

Grabbing it roughly, I pulled up the chat to find a donut and eggplant emoji, followed by the okay sign and a finger pointing through it. Then a bunch of water droplets. I rubbed my hand down my face. None of those needed to be followed with a reply.

Shifting through my closet, I found a black dress that could be dressed up or down. It had thin straps on the shoulders, came down to mid-thigh, and fluttered around my wide hips, stopping at mid-thigh. Pairing it with a pair of black strappy sandals and a jean jacket to dress it down if I needed to, I heard the doorbell ring.

Glancing at the clock, it already read seven p.m. Grabbing my clutch, I silenced my phone and stuffed it inside. There would be no interruptions.

Interruptions of what? My subconscious screamed. It isn't like you will do anything with him. He has a mate somewhere.

Right, right. I knew that.

Shaking my head, my lightly curled ends came to a halt when I heard screaming from Ashton. "The fuck are you doing here, bloodsucker?" Growling, I pushed open the door, stomping down the stairs loud enough for Ashton to hear. If I knew Ashton as well as I thought I did, which I felt very confident I did, once he saw me he would change his tune.

Of course, Ashton tousled his hair and ran through it with his thick nasty fingers, and threw me a smile. "Chrissy!" I cringed. It did not sound great coming out of his mouth, and I'm pretty sure he tarnished the name as his beer-stained teeth came to view. "I'm sorry you had to see that. I was just seeing this vampire out."

Sebastian was dressed to the nines, of course. From the two times I've seen him, he had on dress pants. This time, he had some fancy Italian shoes, a white buttoned-up dress shirt with a deep red tie as he held his dress coat over his shoulder.

His dark hair was gelled back. One section that he must have meticulously put together had fallen straight over his forehead, tickling his brow. The signature smirk, and the hint of his left fang biting his lower lip almost had me drooling.

And now I'm wet.

"Sebastian, right on time," I chirped, prancing down the stairs. Now that I saw that Sebastian was indeed dressed up, I took off my light jean jacket and put it on the coat rack. Turning back, I see Ashton with his mouth hung open, his hand still on the cold door knob that he won't be placing a rubber band on tonight.