Post #3 Family of Fangs Valentine’s Party-A Carriage Ride in Central Park by Susan Hanniford Crowley
Welcome to the Family of Fangs Valentine’s Party! For the contest, I will choose one commenter to receive a signed print book of Vampire King of New York. (In the event, they have this book, I can substitute with a Kindle ebook of one of my other books.) King Max is a class act. Imagine getting a giant rose display at your workplace. And there is nothing classier than a carriage ride in Central Park.
When Max finally arrived, she was relieved and ready to go. Even dressed in a dark blue business suit, he was gorgeous enough to eat. The color brought out those eyes that warmed her from head to toe. Evelyn went to the reference desk and attempted to lift the vase containing the huge rose display.
“What are you doing?”
“I’ve been asked to take your tribute home.”
She stepped aside, and he easily lifted the vase without losing a single rose. He led the way out of the library and even managed to open the door for her. Outside, one of the horse-drawn carriages from Central Park awaited them. He put the rose bouquet in first and then helped her in, climbing in after.
Oh, she loved this. The roses on one side. Max on the other. She was snuggly in the middle, and the summer night breathed its cool breath over her.
Max put his arm around her. “Driver, away.”
In her time in New York, she’d never taken a carriage ride. It was wonderful riding through the streets, people bustling about in their efforts to get home from work, the fragrance of a hotdog booth stirring her hunger. She didn’t get a chance to eat lunch that day.
“Stop,” Max yelled. He turned to her. “You’re hungry.”
“I can wait until we have supper later.”
“Of course, you won’t. What would you like?”
“A hotdog with mustard and an orange soda.”
He hopped down, went over to the vendor with the silver cart and bought two of both. Then Max handed her the food, before stepping back into the carriage. “Drive on.”
The carriage was in motion again. “I thought we’d have a little something to tide us over.” He took a big bite of his hotdog. Evelyn licked the mustard on her hotdog, and noticed she had caught his eyes. He squirmed uncomfortably and she chuckled. How phallic of her, though she didn’t intend it. The hotdog tasted sinfully good. She turned her head and inhaled the intoxicating fragrance of the deep red-purple roses. If only she could dwell in that fragrance forever. Between the stimulating flavor in her mouth and the dizzying scent engulfing her, Evelyn was glad that they were in the middle of a busy city. Otherwise she might rip his clothes off. Evelyn didn’t have any idea why this all translated into wanting Max urgently, but the raw lust inside her was undeniable. She bit into the hotdog again to stave off the urge.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “It’s a good thing we’re in the middle of a crowded square, or I’d rip your clothes off, my Evelyn.”
She trembled. Was he reading her mind?
Gulping she turned her face into the roses again. “Max, the roses are amazing. What kind are they?”
“Damask roses. Imported. Nothing but the best for my Goddess.”
The clip-clop of the horse’s hooves unleashed a certain otherworldly excitement in her. She finished her drink, and Max, being prepared, collected the rubbish in a little bag and handed it up to the driver. Then he sat back, and she melted against him.
“You know I’m not dressed for a formal reception.”
“That’s not a problem. I had Laura collect a few things for you, and my driver picked it up and delivered it to my office.”
“We’re getting dressed in your office?”
“In a manner of speaking.”
He kissed her head, working his way down the side of her face with small teasing kisses. Then he captured her lips. Evelyn couldn’t breathe, and then she could—through him. He was her life; their hearts came into synch beat by beat. She didn’t resist. He was wonderful and adorable and a hundred other things that Jack never was. In that moment, she didn’t care that Max was a vampire. No man had ever treated her this well. And it was more than that. Something was growing between them.