She had drawn the vertical blinds then closed the opaque drapes over them to shut out the sunlight, and the room was pleasantly dark. A check of the time showed it was almost nightfall. Her stomach growled and she recognized the familiar ache for blood riding just underneath her need for food. Time for room service. She called down and ordered a full dinner then hopped in the shower while she waited. The knock came on her door just as she finished drying her hair. She answered the door wearing only a silk robe and matching satin bra and panties. "Room, uh, service." The uniformed man tried not to gawk, but his gaze performed a cursory sweep of her revealed skin, and his feet refused to move. "Good, come in." Gina gripped his mind into compulsion. The glands in her mouth were already secreting the tiny dose of venom that would both numb the pain of her bite as well as heal it. He was a handsome fellow. If she had more time, she would keep him there for a while. He could please her body’s physical needs, as well as her hunger for blood.
