Life and Love with a Billionaire Vampire

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Chinese food delivery, I sat on my large hotel sofa alone.

e. For the last hour, my head had been busy trying to guess who my savior was

. He didn't look much older than me-maybe in his 30s? But there was somet

to the hotel room door and opened it. A bellboy stood there holding my delivery and a black box.

as well," he said, handing ove

ked like an expensive Godiva chocolate box, only

ss." He then handed me a paper tucked behin

curiosity immediately shifted to the black box.

ts you. See you tom

knew where I was staying. My eyes shifted to the

lost today. My mouth hung open as I touched the smooth leath

And how did he know whic

the shoes. I should have been afraid, but i

the new heels-which fit perfectly-along with a black penci

nutes early. This time, I didn't stop at the rec

iful today," Mrs. Lynch greeted me with a sm

ch," I replied, tryin

floor. He wants a direct report regarding the audit pro

d racing. "Mr. S

aw. He is the CEO

The man Christine said was gay. Well, at least

uch quieter and more professional than on the 15th floor. The wal

ment. I sat in a comfortable leather chair, my eyes scanning

ady to see you n

ng toward the large door at the end of the hal

cing the window. A man was standing with

I am Eleanor Heather, th

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heart almost stopped. It was

fectly. His blue eyes stared at me with that sa

my brain unable to proc

ed myself." He walked toward me, stopping

reflexively took it. His hand fe

Shaw?" I asked,

his eyes scanning my face. "And

him. "How did you know my size? And how

sound. "I have my ways, Eleanor. N

rying to regain my professionalism. But it was hard to focus when

from Bank Rotterdam, as Mrs. Lynch reque

here's something more than just a simple markup goi

y sharp and knowledgeable, asking pointed questions that

y, leaning back in his chair. "I have a lunch meeting

I asked,

you up at your

s a good idea, Mr. Shaw

red you, so I think I'm allowed to take you to dinn

oment, then nodded.

ou then, Que

eve I was going to dinner with Nicholas Shaw-the billio

hour choosing what to wear, finally settling on a simple navy blu

door. I opened it to find Nicholas standing there,

anor," he said, his eyes

oo bad yourself," I replied,

s waiting for us in front of the hotel. He opened the

idden away in a quiet corner of the city. There were no

Italian food," he

it," I

bout our lives, our interests, our dreams. He was easy to talk to, and

ome an auditor?" he a

able. They don't lie or cheat,

I'm sorry about what happen

surprise. "How do

ays. And I think he was a

ce heating up

en I remembered something. "I still owe you for the sho

nor. Consider them a gif

ar too expensive, and I'm an aud

not trying to bribe you. I just

back." I wouldn't be able to buy shoe

nd started browsing the items. No prices were listed,

. "Have you ordered?" I asked, glancing at him. He

raising his hand to call the waiter. Two seconds la

my thoughts. I looked up at him ag

ing my lip. "Oh, nothing. Just work. S

now where y

en know you

where I worked. "But I'm currently auditing

s face, and then he furrowed h

ss slowly turned into a sligh

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