“Great, no fangs. That’s a relief at least,” she said, shivering at his smile.
“But I would very much like to show you my Entertainment Room a little later.”
“OK. I mean, if you don’t want to watch that show… I know, you seem like the sport’s fan type. Maybe there’s a football game on or something?”
“The NFL Season doesn’t start for two more months,” Williamson said, his eyes gleaming.
“Baseball, I meant. We could chill out. You could watch a Dodgers game.”
“Dodgers lost to the Mets 7-6 in 10 innings. Day game today.”
“Oh. Then what would you like to watch, Mr. Williamson?”
“You…”
OK, I walked right into that one.
Williamson took a few more cougar-like steps toward her. She watched him not so much run but slither his fingertips along the edge of the polished surface of the table.
