Wild and Blood Thirsty

Abby looked in the mirror as she adjusted her black thick-framed glasses.  Standing at the sink, a towel wrapped around her curvy figure, looking at her limp, wet auburn hair, unsure of how to fix it for today.  She had an interview this morning, and she was nervous; she needed this job; it was one that she would probably enjoy not just because of the ethics of the company, but she needed the money. Living in the city was far more expensive than she would have guessed, and she had blown through her meager savings on the basics.  She couldn’t remember the last time she had gone out to do something fun. It wasn’t like she had made any friends yet, besides her roommate. She really hadn’t been here long enough, and job hunting had taken up most of her time.  The original job that she had moved out here for had fallen through, the company going bankrupt after just a few weeks of her moving. She was determined not to go back home though; wanting to prove them all wrong, her parents, her so-called friends who had pretty much abandoned her, and her cheating ex-boyfriend.   Grabbing her hairbrush off of the blue-tiled counter top and worked the knots out of her messy shoulder-length hair.  It was wavy and unruly, not being able to decide if it was curly or straight. It had often been a major struggle to get it tamed. Once she had worked all the tangles out, she started the laborious task of trying to get it semi-professional looking.  It wouldn’t do to show up to the interview with her hair looking wild and un-kept. After spending what felt like forever getting her hair looking smooth, she walked into her bedroom and started going through her clothes.  She pulled out a few different options and studied them, no on the skirt. It was way too short. The black dress she pulled out felt just a bit too formal and it would probably be bettered suited for drinks with hopefully future colleagues.  Finally, she pulled out a pair of charcoal dress pants. This would do. She slipped them on and then grabbed a dark green button-up shirt; she slipped on a charcoal-colored vest and stood back to look in the mirror that was hanging on the door. “Hi, my name is Abby Jones and I would love to work for your company Mr. Walker.”  She said smiling at herself in the mirror, “Or will it be Mr. Collins?” Shrugging her shoulders, “It’s probably neither and just some HR hiring rep, but still best to be prepared.”  She smoothed out her vest and grabbed her heels. Slipping her black bag over her shoulder, “Wallet, keys, cellphone.” She muttered to herself, making sure she had all said items she would need for today in her purse. Pulling her door closed with a soft click, Abby padded on bare feet towards the kitchen.   She planned to snag an apple, her heels clutched in her hand, so they wouldn’t click on the hardwood floor.  Abby stopped as soon as she hit the kitchen. There stood her roommate. His blonde hair was damp from a shower as he stood at the stove, gray sweatpants hung low on his hips. “I didn’t think you’d be up Sam.”  Abby said, as she sat her bag and her heels on the floor. “I couldn’t let you go to your interview on an empty stomach, babe.” he replied looking at her as he stirred the eggs, Abby walked deeper into the kitchen.” You look good., hot secretary. vibes.”   He had set the table for them, coffee already waiting in the press as he plated the eggs and brought them with a flourish to the table.  Abby smiled up at him as she sat down. “Thank you Sam, you didn’t have to do this.  I could have just grabbed an apple.” She said despite her mouth watering at the sight of the fluffy scrambled eggs and buttered toast.  This was something that Sam had a knack for, he made the best breakfasts. “Think of it as me wishing you luck,” Sam said with a wink as he sat across from her.  Abby bit her lip, feeling the blush spread across her cheeks.  She knew that Sam flirted like this with everyone.  Moments like this though, when it was just the two of them enjoying a meal and spending time together.  It made her think she might be wrong.   Breakfast was quickly finished with a comfortable easy flowing conversation, Abby stood taking their plates to the sink.  When she turned back to grab the apron Sam stood there already pulling it over his bare chest. Her eyes trailed over his tattooed muscular arms and chest as he moved closer to her. “I’ve got this babe, you go nail your interview and I’ll see you tonight to celebrate.”  Sam smirked as he put his hands on Abby’s hips and spun them around so he was leaning against the counter, her body close to his. “Sam,”  Abby gasped as he brought his hand up to her chin, to make her look into his hazel eyes. “You’ll do amazing babe.”  He said, his lips twitching in a crooked smile as he tapped her nose with his finger. *** Abby slipped on her heels before heading to the door, she looked back towards the kitchen hearing the sound of running water as Sam cleaned up the breakfast dishes; she didn’t know what she had done to deserve such a good friend and roommate, but she was thankful that Sam was in her life. She closed the door softly behind herself and pulled her keys from her bag to lock the door. Once everything was secured she tossed her keys back into her bag.  She walked down the hallway thankful that they only lived on the second story and not the third or fourth; it seemed like the elevator never worked and would never be fixed. She had only been living here for two months and it was still taped off; she walked down the steps sighing, she probably could use the extra cardio.  Soon she would work in an office answering phones all day, that was, if she got the job. She hoped that she would. The sun was shining brightly as she headed to the subway, standing at the platform she tried not to breathe too deeply.  The smell of too many people in one place overwhelming her sense.  When the doors opened, she stepped inside and found a seat on the hard plastic bench; Abby pulled out her phone and started browsing all the books she had waiting at her fingertips.  Ready for her to select one to read and take her to a faraway place.  She dragged her finger across the screen, finally finding a vampire romance novel she hadn’t read. Sighing, she was happy to lose herself in a swamp in the South. Abby wasn’t aware of the man standing off to her left-hand side.  He was breathing deeply, almost as if he was tasting the air. Like a predator scenting his prey, he eyed her, running a calloused hand through his brown hair.   He moved further down the subway car to find an empty seat; he needed to know more about her.  Her smell was intoxicating, she smelled like nothing he had ever smelled before. If he had to describe it, if anyone had asked him, it was like sun-ripened berries drizzled with warm dark chocolate.   He looked at her long legs; they were crossed as she sat absorbed in what she was looking at on her phone. His eyes traced the curve of her breast beneath the vest she wore.  He felt himself harden at the way she bit her lower lip, a slight blush staining her pale cheeks.  Fuck, he had never felt this turned on by someone in his life. At least not without talking to them first. He had to know more about her.  He resolved himself that he would have to get to know more about this woman, he would follow her to try to figure out how to approach her. He knew Owen would understand why he was late for their meeting, he just had to know. Who was she? Authors Note:  You can now purchase this book uncensored in paperback on sss