Good To The Last Bite
Gisele was hungry tonight.
As she sat on one side of the hotel atrium's rectangular bar, the appetite gnawed at her from the inside out—burning through her with a destructive ache that tightened her belly. She had not taken sustenance for a couple of days, so it was time to feast.
Her keen gaze traveled the bar area, indoor foliage masking rain-spattered, summer-night-shaded windows and hovering over businessmen who had undone their ties as they nursed that one last beer before bedtime. She could detect slight tan lines on ring fingers, could infer the restless longing for company on a sales trip.
Gisele did not even need to reach into their minds to know their stories. The tale was always the same from bar to bar, city to city, state to state.
And it only made hunting for a meal that much easier.
Now her focus rested on one man in particular, a broad-shouldered stud in a pinstriped button-down who had already smiled at her for too long, his interest predatory.
She smiled back, taking care not to show her teeth so he would have no idea what he was inviting.
Her pulse hammered, her canines pushing at her gums in anticipation of tonight's drink—t ... read full excerpt from: Good to the Last Bite ebook
