If Pablo had learned anything in his many centuries as a vampire, it was that nothing fueled good sex more than tension—be it dramatic tension, adrenaline-fueled tension, unresolved or prolonged sexual tension, or, as in this case, emotional tension that had otherwise been fun, sure, but without so many implications.
At that moment, there was a blonde girl eager to sleep with him, a resolve born from her friend almost ruining him and from seeing that he wasn't just a handsome guy, but everything a woman could dream of for an affair where, deep down, she was risking her job if she got caught.
A Black girl who felt not only lust and desire, but now also genuine gratitude, something that compelled her to reciprocate that generosity, even if it meant crossing any line.
