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You look like a Dracula porn movie reject," she managed.
Spade laughed, but Ian winced. "Let's not speak of him. Like the devil, Vlad might appear if we do.".

Fool, he lashed himself. He wasn't doing this out of pity, obligation, or honor, as Denise might believe. No, he'd just recommitted to helping her for the staggeringly witless reason of not wanting to let her go yet.

Ian stood next to the railing over the dance floor, gesturing almost lazily toward the exit.
"Thought you'd want to know. Denise just ran off.".

Ian stood next to the railing over the dance floor, gesturing almost lazily toward the exit.
"Thought you'd want to know. Denise just ran off.".

I just love your girlfriend's purse," Denise said with the proper amount of feminine gushing. "Is it Versace? Versace's my favorite. Oh, well, maybe Gucci, too, but they haven't had anything really good come out lately, you know? And oh, you have to tell me where she got her shoes from. Mine are Escada, but you know, I really think I should have gotten Stuart Weitzman instead. They're a much better bargain considering what these cost..."
A glazed look descended over Web's half-covered face as Denise went on about the inadequacies of different designers, ticking off her list of bests and worsts for purses, shoes, and dresses. By the time the music ended and Spade walked up, Web almost shoved her back into his arms.
"A pleasure," he managed before stalking away.
Spade whirled Denise around so that his back was to Web, a devilish smile curling his mouth as he led her deeper amid the other dancers.
"That was brilliant," he whispered, so close to her ear any observer would think he was just nuzzling her.
She smiled, pleased at the compliment. "I didn't even get a chance to talk about my most and least favorite jewelers," she teased, her voice also just a whisper.
Spade laughed, brushing his mouth across her neck. "Tell me. I promise to be fascinated.

Is that singing?"
Spade let out a snort. "Appears so."
...I am the very model of a modern Major-General..."
Ian's voice, loud and off tune. Denise blinked. "Is that code?"
Spade shook his head with disgust. "No. It's Pirates of Penzance."
Bones soundlessly came through the door a moment later, startling her. "He's so bloody pissed, he can hardly walk," he announced.
After more stumbling noises, the operetta-singing vampire appeared. Ian's eyes were bloodshot, he had a smear of dirt on his face, and his shirt was buttoned up wrong.
"Hallo, all!" Ian announced cheerfully. "That was a capital evening.".

You were willing to sacrifice your humanity to protect my life, yet you're not willing to sacrifice it for our relationship?" He let out a cruel laugh. "And here I believed you when you said you weren't interested in a casual shag, but clearly that's all I am to you.

She didn't know if Spade still drank from her, and she didn't care. If this is dying, Denise thought, I highly recommend it.

I love you," Denise choked, smiling when he kissed her with a passion and hunger that bent her spine back.
Three hard, loud bangs, followed by a bellow of "Open this door!" had her jumping in the next second, startled.
"What the hell?" Spade muttered, letting her go to fling the door open with a scowl.
Ian stood on the other side.
"What is wrong with you, banging on like that?" Spade demanded.
Ian cast a wicked look at Spade, who wore only his shirt, and then one at Denise as she hastily closed her robe.
"Paybacks," Ian said succinctly. Then he walked away, whistling.