“Did you have Lucky Charms for breakfast? Because you look magically delicious.” Cass grunted as his head swung around from the force of the blow that landed on the side of his face.
He was a bit shocked that the cute little twink could hit that hard. He rubbed his jaw, moving it back and forth to make sure nothing was broken then glanced down into the green eyes fuming at him.
Refusing to admit defeat, Cass flashed the man his award winning smile. The anger in the man’s eyes instantly started to melt away, as Cass knew it would. He had yet to meet someone that didn’t fall under the spell of one of his smiles.
“You know what would look good on you?” Cass wiggled his eyebrows. “Me.”
Cass sighed, rubbing his sore jaw again as he watched the cute little twink storm off. He just didn’t understand it. That was one of his best pick-up lines. It should have worked. Cass couldn’t fathom why it didn’t.
It had made him smile when he tried it on himself in the mirror earlier this morning. It should have made the twink melt in his pants.
Scratching his head, Cass was also trying to figure out why Igorian, a vampire that was supposed to be his best friend, was standing there laughing so hard he had tears streaming down his pale face. “What is so damn funny?”
“Cass, when are you ever going to learn?” Igorian gasped as he wiped at the tears on his cheeks. “If you would just be honest with someone instead of sounding like a cheese weasel, you’d have guys climbing all over you.”
“I thought I was being honest.” The guy did look magically delicious.
Igorian rolled his eyes. “You were being a jerk. I would have slapped you too.”
Cass frowned as he followed Igorian through the line to the coffee counter. Cass was starting to wonder if it really was him, just as Igorian said. He didn’t get it. He knew from the attention he received that he wasn’t bad looking. But no matter how much charm he used, he couldn’t seem to get past the first date with anyone.
“What do you want?”
Cass suddenly wasn’t in the mood for coffee. “I’m good.”
Igorian shrugged and turned back to the barista. “I’ll have a tall Bloody B latte with an extra pump of O neg.” He glanced over his shoulder again. “Are you sure you don’t want anything?” He asked it as if he couldn’t conceive of anyone not wanting caffeinated blood.
“I’ll go find us a place to sit.” The smile fell off of Cass’s face the instant he turned away from his best friend. Igorian, god love him, had the unique ability to look at Cass and know exactly what was going on in his head.
It was something Cass really didn’t need right now, especially considering he didn’t know what was going on in his head. It didn’t seem fair that someone else could figure out the workings of his mind before he did.
“God, I love these things.” Igorian shivered as he took a sip of his latte. He plopped down in the chair across from Cass and proceeded to moan and groan like someone was swallowing his dick right down to the root. Cass’s eyebrows shot up and he found himself mesmerized by the verbally graphic porn show happening right in front of him.
“What?’ he asked when he finally looked up from his Crimson coffee and saw Cass watching him.
“Have you ever considered recording yourself and playing it for Pan?” Cass reached under the table and adjusted himself. “I’m pretty sure it would get the same reaction those little dresses you keep wearing will.”
And that was something Cass would never understand. Igorian was a cute little thing, his long dark hair falling in waves down his back, his crimson eyes framed by long lush eyelashes that made women weep. Igorian's lover doted on his every word. But the dresses Igorian wore to excite Pan were just a little too far out of Cass’s comfort zone.
“So, do you and Pan have plans for tonight?” Cass was pretty sure they did. Ever Since Igorian and Pan hooked up, Cass was seeing less and less of his best friend. He was happy for Igorian really he was, but he was tired of spending his evenings alone.
“Yeah, I got this really cute little red number that I’m going to wear tonight. Pan’s is supposed to be taking me to La Ville de Sang for dinner first.”
“Right.” Cass chuckled. “That’s assuming you make it out of the parking lot this time.” Damn, what he wouldn’t give to have someone to bend over the hood of a car in a busy parking lot. He envied Igorian and his hot panther lover. They seemed to have all the fun.
“What about you?” Igorian asked right before he took a drink of his latte.
“Oh me?” There was no way in hell that Cass was admitting he had nothing to do tonight. It would wipe the smile right off of Igorian’s face. “There’s this cutie down at the Boom Boom Room that I’ve had my eye on for awhile. I thought I’d go down there and see if he’s busy.”
“Just look at him, Cass. Don’t say anything.” Igorian frowned for a moment then dug into the little bag he had started carrying around with him. Cass’s curiosity grew when Igorian pulled out a pen and a piece of paper and started writing. “Here, give him this.”
Cass blinked as he took the paper. His eyes widened as he started reading the note. It was straight to the point, Cass would give Igorian that. But it didn’t have any of the regular panache that Cass was used to using.
“My name is Cass and I think you’re really hot. Would you like to come home with me tonight?”
Nope, it was boring as hell.