Vampires and Sexy Romance by Mercy Walker, Eva Sloan, Ella Stone Page A

phone.”
    With the press of a button Luvici set the receiver on the console and said, “You’re on speaker, sir.”
    “My name is Dante Enoch,” a most cultured voice spoke.  “Whom am I addressing?”
    Luvici gestured for Lucy to speak.
    “Lucy Hart,” she almost choked.  Then with a quick little cough she said it again.  “I’m Lucy Hart.”
    “Well, Miss. Hart.  I’m an Attorney, and I represent the Enoch family‘s interests.”
    The man’s brittle yet refined voice made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.  Great, another lawyer...
    She looked to Luvici and mouthed, “Who?”
    Luvici shook his head with annoyance.  “Enoch Incorporated has its hands in almost every type of business you can think of.  It’s a multi—”
    Dante’s voice cut across Luvici with an edge of warning.  “Let’s just say the family is well off.”
    She wagged a chastising finger at Luvici, mouthing “Bad Boy.” 
    I wonder if they have one of their “hands” in the cosmetics industry.   The diamond sparkled in her mind’s eye.
    “What I am looking for, Miss. Hart, is a suitable young lady to play a part of sorts.  Have you had an acting experience?”
    “Sure,” Lucy said to the chilling disembodied voice.  “I was the lead in the last three end-of-year productions: Clueless, Bring It On, and Rent.
    “You can sing?”  Dante asked.
    “Nope.”
    “Ah huh,” His sigh had a definite edge of disappointment.  “Any other experience?”
    “Well, I have had boyfriends, and they all believed I would sleep with them.  But not one actually got to.”
    Luvici groaned and his head fell into his hands again.
    “Fascinating, Miss Hart.  I can’t wait to meet you.”
    The feeling’s not mutual, creepy lawyer guy.
    “Francis...”
    Francis?   Lucy couldn’t stop the smile from blooming across her lips.  Luvici shot her his middle finger.
    “Yes, Mr. Enoch.”
    “The usual place, in let’s say...an hour?”
    Luvici gulped and shot Lucy a look of horror, looking her over from head to toe.  “Of course.  No problem, sir.”
    “Don’t be late.”  The line went dead.
    “Shit!”  Luvici growled.  He kept looking Lucy up and down.  “Shit!  Shit!  Shit!”
    “So you’re meeting this guy in an hour?”
    Luvici shot out of his chair and grabbed his rumpled jacket from a coat rack in the corner. 
    “Not just me.  We’re meeting them.”
    It was Lucy’s turn to gulp .  I really don’t want to meet this guy.  Then Luvici’s words caught up with her.  “Them?”
    Luvici held open the door gestured with his free hand emphatically for her to get up and get out the door.  “You’re the one who said you wanted an arranged marriage kind of deal.”
    “Sure, but—” Lucy was on her feet and Luvici was shoving her out the door and past Darla.
    “I’ll be gone for the rest of the afternoon,” he barked at a wide-eyed Darla.  “Reschedule all my appointments.”
    “Do you want me to wait for you?”  Darla’s shrill, laser beam voice suddenly dripped with heat and honey.  Doe eyed, she smiled with what looked like genuine affection.  Either the chick was one hell of an actress, or she had it bad for her schmuck of a boss.
    Luvici stopped and looked at her, his eyes turning soft, his breathing slowing—even his meaty head cocked ever so slightly to the side.  “This could take a while.  But yeah, would you mind waiting for me?”
    Lucy felt like she was watching a real live Life Time romance of the week movie.  And then she remembered that Luvici, the schmuck, had a wife at home—whether she was waiting for him with open arms and pot roast, or not.
    Yuck...
    “I’ll wait,” Darla said enthusiastically.  “I’ve got loads of filing to catch up on.”
    Luvici smiled, kind of laughed once under his breath, then turned and dr agged Lucy out of the office by the arm.

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    “LET ME GO!”   Lucy hollered, grabbing hold of the knob of a passing