<span style="font-family:Philosopher">She leaned against him and James had to take a deep breath from ravaging her at those moment. Her scent, the smell of her flesh and blood, assaulted him and he breathed deep of the heady perfume. The sound of her turgid blood suffused with alcohol rushed like a waterfall in his ears and he had to look away quickly lest his fangs become visible to the girl next to him. There would be time for that but not yet. Not now. Patience was key.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"I can't,"</span> she mumbled and James smile slightly. He knew. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"My parents think I'm..studying, at a friends," </span>He figured that was the case as well. Which to James' ears meant he had all the time in the world.<br/>
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Despite her quiet, sober self, she was rather a chatterbox with a bit of the spirits in her, talking a mile a minute while James navigated the narrow, dark roads leading back to his abode. He would occasionally look over to stare at the milk white lengths of her legs in avid desire before turning his attention to the road. Her constant fiddling with the radio was something he could overlook. He kept no CD's in the car, preferring the use of Bluetooth when he wanted to listen to music he liked. When at home, he used vinyl to fill his home with music.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"So you're leaving now, hmm?"</span> He took a moment to digest that. He knew his brief tenure at her school had upset her, but he had not realized that he had had just that deep of an impact yet. When he did speak, it was in slow measured terms."No. I'm not leaving. I've come to enjoy White Hills and some of it's," he glanced at her with a look that left no illusion to whom he was referring to,"residents." His eyes returned to the road<br/>
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Eventually, they entered the driveway that led to his house and eventually came to a stop. In a confidence he was sure was fueled mostly by alcohol, Katherine led the way to the front door, James lagging behind. He was enjoying the sway of her hips in her too-small dress and the long legs that revealed just a little hint of the buttocks. He came beside her as her hands worked on her dress revealing the deep valley of her cleavage and he felt his desire for her thunder in his own ears.<br/>
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As he opened the door with set of keys in one hand, she blathered on about how attractive he was and he knew that she had entered his web once and for all. Tonight, he would have her. One way or the other. He flicked on the lights and closed the door behind him, locking it thoroughly."Would you care for a drink Miss Williams?" He uttered as he led her to the living room and made sure she was sitting. He whisked away into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of white wine and two wineglasses. The fact that he was contributing to the inebriation of a minor did not at all faze him. If these walls had ears and a mouth they would speak of far worse things after all.<br/>
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Before she could say no he poured a measure in both glasses and handed one of them to her as he sat right next to her on the couch, not even an inch of space between them. He took a sip on his wine as he watched her curiously."I never knew I was so attractive." He lied. He took his free hand and settled it on the top of her thigh, his skin suddenly very warm. He stared in to her eyes and it would seem to her that they began to glow, drawing her in to them."Drink your wine, Miss Williams. Then kiss me."</span>