How To Marry a Millionaire Vampire
Chapter One
Roman Draganesti knew someone had quietly entered his
home office. Either a foe or close friend. A friend, he decided.
A foe could never make it past the guards at each entrance
of his Upper East Side Manhattan townhouse. Or
past the guards stationed on each of the five floors.
With his excellent night vision, Roman suspected he
could see much better than his uninvited guest. His suspicions
were confirmed when the dark silhouette stumbled
into a Louis XVI bombé chest and cursed softly.
Gregori Holstein. A friend, but an annoying one. The
vice president of marketing for Romatech Industries tackled
every problem with tireless enthusiasm. It was enough
to make Roman feel old. Really old. "What do you want,
Gregori?"
His guest whipped around and squinted in Roman's direction.
"Why are you sitting here, all alone in the dark?"
"Hmm. Tough question. I suppose I wanted to be alone.
And in the dark. You should try it more often. Your night
vision is not what it should be."
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