“I’ll have a vodka martini with a cherry on top,” Heather says as she plays with her golden locks while looking around the room.
She notices a bronze headed gentleman, two stools down, drowning his sorrows in a glass of scotch. He looks vaguely familiar to her. She nods his direction.
“So, honey, what’s got you so down?” She asks him.
The bronze headed gentleman, William Stromhold, looks up at her. “There is someone I’m interested in but she’s with someone else.”
Heather scoots over towards him. She puts her arm around his neck. William breathes in the sweet scent of Heather’s perfume and her blood.
“Forget about her,” Heather says. “I’m much better for you. Besides you don’t want to be lonely, do you?”
“No, I don’t,” Will replies as Heather’s drink arrives. Will, then, swigs back the rest of his drink and asks for another.
“You are so gorgeous, honey,” she sultrily says to Will. “What’s your name?”
“William Stromhold, but call me Will.”
“And you can call me Heather,” she say swirling the cherry in her drink. Then, she takes the cherry out and bites it off. With her tongue she is able to twist the stem. Then, she removes the stem from her mouth.
“Impressive.” Will says as he gets his refill. Both take a sip of their drinks and move over to a more secluded part of the bar.
As they walk over their table, a gust of wind brushes against her neck. This raises the hairs on the back of Will’s neck as the thirst begins to swell in him.
His fangs begin to extend. Heather looks at th and rushes him over to their secluded table. She looks him in the eyes with concern for him.
“Not here, Will,” she tells him. “You trying to get yourself staked. Reign those back in, honey. I got plans for you.”
This shocks Will for a moment. A human not afraid of a vampire, but already knew he was one?!? Huh?!?
“How did you?!?”
“Don’t worry about that, honey,” Heather says. “I’m not the dumb blonde bimbo everyone seems to think I am. I seem to surprise a lot of people with my knowledge.”
“I bet,” William says to her. “What are you wanting to do?”
That’s when Heather pulls William towards her. She kisses him. After slight momentary shock, Will reciprocates.
Heather runs her hands over Will’s chiseled body. She feels the heat building in her body as Will gently kisses her neck.
“Honey, take me home and rock me,” she tells him.
“Yours or mine,” he asks.
Then, both William and Heather leave the Loose Goose. William and Heather get into his jade green Mercedes Benz S63 AMG and take off.
Continued in Southern Comfort (Southern Hospitality 2)