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Dangerous	By : myladymystere Category: Anita Blake > Slash Views: 1715 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Anita Blake series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: All copyrights of the Anita Blake novels belong to Laurell K. Hamilton and Jove Books published by the Penguin Group. I receive no profit from my writing of fan fiction.

Dedicated: to Somethinglikehuman for the plot bunnie and BleedtoBlue for the encouragement.

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Dangerous

Bernardo’s skilled fingers combed his long hair and quickly rebraided it as he stared into the mirror studying his reflection. 'Bored, bored, bored' he thought. This evening was turning into a total bust for relieving his pent up tension. Oh, he had plenty of offers for the type action he was seeking, it was just none of them seemed to hold his interest long enough to get a decent blowjob. And, he told himself, tonight he wasn't even being very picky. He couldn’t afford to be if he truly wanted to ease this itch he felt, he reflected, as he looked around and judged the quality of the patrons in this establishment.

The men's restroom was semi clean, which was a pleasant surprise considering the seedy nature of this bar. He allowed himself a small smirk, quite a few other men nearby were finding momentary bliss if their muffled grunts and groans were anything to go by. In the Blue Oyster, the line to the men's room was far longer than for the women's bathroom. Though that might have been different if this gay bar pandered more to drag queens. But Bernardo had deliberately avoided those locations; if he felt like fucking a woman he would find one, not a wannabe. If not, then he wanted the man he picked to look like a man, not hiding surprises under their too tight skirts. To him, funny bulges meant concealed weapons, not painfully strapped down dicks.

Just the thought made his hand instinctively adjust his own rather healthy endowment more comfortably in his snug black jeans.

"Need any help with that?"

Bernardo slid his eyes sideways in the mirror to see a slender blonde man eyeing him eagerly. The man was almost his 'type'; he favored slim pale blondes. He liked the contrast of his dark skin against their paler whiter bodies. And he liked someone of smaller statue so he didn't feel like they would inclined to arm wrestle with him to prove something - like making him be bottom if he didn't feel like it. He carefully looked the man over, and although the other man did appear to want to wrestle him, it was only in the general sweaty and naked sense. His eyes narrowed as he examined the man, he appeared too slender, too thin, like he might snap under any undo force. Bernardo did not want to be gentle tonight. He wondered speculatively if his slimness bordered on too skinny, too skinny as in unhealthy. Bernardo almost snorted, he hadn't survived the government's tender idea of foster care, the army, being a mercenary, a bounty hunter and a sometimes assassin to be killed by an avoidable disease.

So he let his eyes go empty and cold as he gazed down at the man and the blonde sidled away to proposition the next man down the counter. After one last check for any loose strands escaping his braid, he turned his back to the wall and subtly inserted the thin, sheathed blade so it was hidden in the thick ebony strands. Satisfied that the weapon was undetectable, he then gladly left the crowded restroom. He usually liked his thick dark hair loose and flowing around his shoulders but not this evening. When Bernardo had arrived at this bar he had anticipated mutual blowjobs and the idea of a stranger's sticky semen coated fingers touching his hair made him shudder.

He silently slipped into the narrow hallway and eased past the other men waiting in line to enter the men's room. He ignored the lingering glances sent his way, he knew he looked good and he knew he was vain as well. But it was a vanity that didn't need the assurances of others to support it.

Just as he was about to re-enter the main room he paused and scanned it carefully. It was habit and tonight, as in other instances, it served him well, for while he had been out of the room to take a piss, something dangerous had slipped into the crowded bar. His eyes silently searched the crowd for what his inner warning had screamed - a predator, a hunter, a killer. Small hairs on his arms stood at attention and his gut tightened. It wasn't a Were, of that he was pretty sure, he had hunted them enough to spot them almost immediately, no matter how hard they tried to pass as 'human', but it was something just as deadly, maybe ever more so. On his second visual sweep of the room he had narrowed it down to a man at the long bar across the room. He knew he had had an advantage over the newcomer, he had been here longer and he could rule out familiar faces. And it stroked his pride to see the other man was searching as well, that he, too, had been sensed and was considered dangerous.

He toyed briefly with the idea of just vanishing, he was here to unwind from a recent gun battle not get involved in another standoff, but two things stopped him. One: the other man just happened to be a perfect fit to his 'type' and two: he definitely wasn't bored anymore. If his educated guess was correct, this meeting would be much too interesting to walk away from.

The man carried himself subtly, like a seasoned mercenary. On the surface, he was slender but Bernardo knew that the body would be layered with wiry sleek muscles. Observing him from his vantage point, sitting there on the bar stool, Bernardo estimated the blonde would be about 5'8 to 5'10 when standing. The man's blonde hair was cut short and in a preppy type style and he idly wondered how it would feel to run his fingers through it. The other merc's eyes were a clear bright blue and it had been those that had ultimately given him away for what he was. Even from this distance, he could tell that those cold orbs held a blank emptiness that Bernardo was very familiar with from his own mirror.

The stranger’s features were average to good looking, well put together, but not too cute or strikingly handsome to be memorable. In their line of work that was usually what they strived for a certain anonymity, to be a face in the crowd. Bernardo knew, he himself was more the exception than the norm in that department with his strong North American Indian heritage. But he readily understood that he wasn't in the same class of deadliness as the other man. He waited for his macho pride to rear up and refute that awareness, but inwardly, Bernardo was just too fascinated. He watched closely and noticed the man's features tighten just a fraction. He smiled; the other merc knew he had been made, but still didn't know by whom. Bernardo was tempted to continue this intriguing cat and mouse game but another one was far more appealing.

He waited for that laser-like gaze to make another subtle sweep of the room and unflinchingly let it meet his own. Bernardo had toyed with the idea of letting his eyes be as blank as the other's but settled for mocking instead. He remained still, seemingly at ease, and had decided against his 'game' face, not wanting the blonde to consider him a threat. After a very brief lock of gazes and a spark of recognition, the blue eyes slid over his and continued scanning the room, now trying to appear bored, unconcerned. Bernardo waited. When they tracked back to him, Bernardo let his interest and lust show with a returned heated gaze. The blue gaze slid away again but not before Bernardo saw the features tighten even more. Interesting, he thought to himself.

He moved his own dark eyes to scan the room, knowing the other man would feel the weight of his gaze now removed. Spying a deserted booth in the back, he wove between the tables towards it, making sure to put the slightest swing to his slim hips. A small smile played on his lips as he felt the other man's regard follow his journey across the room. As he walked, he knew the snug soft denim clung to his hips and firm ass. His black shirt was sleeveless and the material was artfully slashed to show glimpses of rippling copper-skinned muscles. When he turned and slid onto the cracked vinyl seat of the booth, he looked again at the bar. The other merc was chatting to the bartender and was definitely not looking his way. Bernardo just grinned, either the other man would take the bait or not. Even if attraction was not the motive, curiosity might win the skirmish.

Bernardo ordered a drink from a cute brunette waiter who clearly wanted to stay and chat. As he waited for the other man to make his move, he reached up behind his back and discreetly slid the blade from his hair and moved it to his boot. He unwove his thick braid and finger combed his hair, letting it spread like a silky black veil around him. His drink arrived and several men stopped by his table, but he sent them all on their way after brief flirting conversations. His mind was focussed on the intriguing stranger. An hour later, he was slowly sipping his third drink and still patiently waiting, all the time pointedly ignoring the other who was watching him on and off throughout the past hour. Bernardo was usually the impatient sort but, if the goal was worthy, he could wait with the best of them. He pretended it wasn't bothering him and made sure his outward expression was one of only mild amusement. He could feel the eyes settle on him once again. He smiled to himself as he looked at his hands.

He was playing with his drink, his fingertips tracing designs in the condensation of the chilled bottle when he noticed his goose bumps. With that silent warning he knew that the other man had stealthily slid into the booth opposite him. He didn't know exactly when the other man had moved to join him, but Bernardo did know that if he glanced up there would be a hint of smugness in those cold clear eyes. Yes, the other man was a professional but he was still a man, with all the macho crap that accompanied that definition. Bernardo knew that it was a thrill to get the jump on a fellow professional. So Bernardo did the opposite of what the stranger would expect, and continued to ignore him. Now, the newcomer wouldn't be sure when he had been noticed, but would be aware that the pause was too long and obvious.

A deliberate shifting on the creaky vinyl seat told Bernardo the blonde was impatient now and he acknowledged the subtle signal by glancing up. The amusement in his eyes deepened as he noted that the other man's hands were out of sight below the edge of the table. He drummed his own fingers on the pitted table top, making it blatantly obvious that his own hands were in plain sight.

The blue eyes narrowed slightly at the message that he was sending and in a clear unaccented voice said softly, "I'll keep my hands where I want to for now." There was a hint of menace in the tone.

Bernardo shrugged, knowing the movement caused his smooth muscles to ripple. "Suit yourself, there's a lot of guys here with their hands under their tables too."

They both knew the newcomer wasn't touching himself, but the implication was there and the blue eyes narrowed more. Bernardo just took a pull from his bottle and waited. He had recognized the stranger, well at least by reputation and passed on physical descriptions, he was pretty sure this was the man known in their elite circle as the Undertaker. And he had caught the other man's attention, Bernardo smiled smugly to himself.

"Why are you here?"

"Not for you, I wasn't raised a fool. I came for a blowjob and wasn't interested in anyone, I stayed so you could hit on me."

The other man's nostrils flared slightly as he inhaled deeply at Bernardo’s comment. "I'm here working."

Bernardo let the pause stretch before he agreed in a falsely soothing sounding voice, "Of course you are."

The silence was long and the tension at the table zinged along it. The other man's gaze was so cold and deadly that Bernardo might have been nervous if he hadn't drunk another three bottles while waiting for Blondie to make his move. The perky, flirty waiter popped up next their table.

"Did y'all want another drink?"

When the blank blue gaze of the blonde stranger switched to him, the waiter wilted. Bernardo grinned, "Get my buddy a Mai Tai."

The waiter nodded eagerly and started to dart away between the crowded tables. Bernardo called out to the retreating slim back, "And put one of those cute little umbrellas in it!"

When he turned back, the other man's expression was perfectly blank. Bernardo was disappointed; it had been fun trying to spot the slight flickers of annoyance on the other man's face and body. It had been a true test of his observational skills, because they had been so tiny that they were difficult to notice.

"Bernardo Spotted Horse," the newcomer stated.

Bernardo shrugged and gestured so his gleaming mane of hair was tossed over his shoulder. "Please, figuring out who I was wasn't Einstein material. You on the other hand would be?"

"My name isn't relevant," the cool cultured voice informed him.

"Nah, I guess not...Blondie."

"Why here?"

Bernardo notice the tiniest hint of a frown on the other man's forehead as he glanced around. "I had an itch. A normal bar has women with hopes in their eyes and dreams in their hearts. Hookers don't do it for me, never have. The cheap ones are dirty and the expensive ones are greedy and with both types you have to guard your wallet around them. Here you just get a quick 'Blow & Go' and be on your merry way."

The waiter reappeared with the requested drink and set it down with a flourish before retreating again. The other man's frown deepened as he stared at the fruity concoction with the perky pink umbrella decorating the top. Bernardo could have given a war hoop when a slender strong hand raised the glass to drink from it. Bernardo covertly watched with satisfaction as the blonde relaxed as the sharp, clear, citrus taste was swallowed. His mind briefly fantasized on that lightly tanned throat swallowing his hardened length and took a hasty sip from his own bottle.

"You like the drink, Blondie?"

"It's okay, but I don't like Blondie...Pony."

Bernardo let a deep husky chuckle escape. "You want to ride me, Cowboy?"

The blue eyes narrowed slightly again, "Nope, but I guess that's my cue to be riding off into the sunset now."

"Aww...I didn't mean to scare you away." Bernardo replied seriousness mixed with the teasing.

Blondie had halted his movements to leave. Cold, clear, blank eyes stared into his. Bernardo hid his grin as he watched the other man's masculine ego flare to the surface. Professional the other merc might be, but he was still a man.

"What did you just say? Do honestly think you frighten me?" The unaccented voice was crisp and incredulous.

"I’m sure that you heard me just fine. No, I don't, which means there was no reason to come to my table to check me out. I think you liked hanging out with someone who knows where all your weapons are hidden and doesn't give a shit." Bernardo let desire darken his eyes as he continued. "And, I think you would like even better, me taking you deep down my throat and sucking on that cock that is twitching as we speak."

The blue eyes stared at him, but Bernardo noticed with satisfaction that they were carefully guarded now and no longer blank.

He drained the last dregs from his bottle, set it down. "I need a hotel for the night, any suggestions?"

"The Marriott. Let's go."

Bernardo didn't even blink at the other man's sudden agreement; instead he stood and threw some money on the table and hurriedly followed the slim man through the jousting crowded that parted with no trouble for them. He noticed the efficient but graceful way the blonde moved, more than cat-like, almost reptilian he thought. The sleek muscled man was almost slithering between the other patrons. Bernardo felt a shiver of excitement as he followed the other man; he definitely wasn't bored any more.

He wasn't surprised when they slipped out a side exit to reach the parking lot. Blondie stepped to the side of the door and waited for him to lead and Bernardo wove between cars to reach his small rented SUV. A strong slim hand grasped his wrist as he extended his keys for the door lock.

"If all you want is a 'Blow and Go' why don't we both just climb in?" The question had no inflection.

Bernardo's reply was huskily coaxing. "Because I want somewhere more secure, if I have the choice, and I also want the chance to crash afterwards 'cause I'm dog assed tired." His tone turned to teasing. "Though it's flattering that you're so impatient."

A surprised sounding grunt of laughter was the response. Bernardo felt his captured wrist be turned and pinned to the hard surface of the vehicle. The smaller man swooped in closer to him and a firm mouth landed on his, a wet tongue slipped between his lips to taste him before he even realized the other man had moved. Before he could react the contact was broken and as he blinked in the dim parking lot lights a measured voice calmly gave him directions. He licked his lips relishing the lingering brief taste, and nodded mutely. Just the barest hint of satisfaction flickered on the blonde's face before the other man turned to go to his own vehicle.

Bernardo was so excited that it took him two tries to get the door unlocked, by the time he climbed in, the other man had disappeared from sight.

When he walked into the Marriott Hotel his eyes swiftly scanned the lobby. He let out a sigh of relief on seeing the blonde at the counter getting a key card. As he neared, the other man turned, and they strolled together to the bank of elevators. They both had huge duffel bags with odd bulges and both gave blank scary stares at the bellboy's offer of assistance.

"What floor? And you didn't have to pay for it."

The blonde actually gave a small smile inside the elevator. "Third, room 301 and I demand higher fees than you do. It’s a business expense. "

The elevator door dinged and opened and they walked down the hallway to the room. Bernardo noted that the stairwell was close to their room and that it was at the end of the hall. Exactly the one he would have asked for.

Bernardo carried his duffel over his right shoulder and his left hand rested on his gun at his waist as they entered. When they passed through the door both went in separate directions as they swept the large corner room. Bernardo immediately slid along the wall to the windows and closed the blinds and drew the heavy drapes. When the blonde returned from checking out the bathroom their eyes met and they both grinned after they had said, "Clear" at the same time.

"I'm going to grab a real quick shower, I hate smelling like smoke." Bernardo announced and the blonde man nodded.

He wondered if the other man had any doubts, and knew his stripping of his clothing and weapons would put the other merc at ease. He himself wasn't worried about being unarmed. A weapon wouldn't help him much if the Undertaker really wanted to off him and anyone breaking into the room would have to deal with the blonde first and likely was too stupid to live.

Walking to the side of the huge king-size bed he dumped his duffel and nonchalantly peeled his shirt over his head. His shirt had been tight with the fabric cut with artful slashes but was bit too long for his torso. He had let it bunch around his waist; most viewers at the gay bar had assumed it was to show off his ass. Which it had done nicely, but the folds also concealed his inner waist clip holster and the small 9 mil Walther auto that he carried. His short switchblade was fished from his pocket to go on the nightstand along with his gun. He pulled off his boots, removing that knife as well and wiggled out of his jeans. While shedding his socks Bernardo wished he was undressing with more pizzazz, maybe he would take stripping lessons someday. 'Nah,' he thought, 'what guy knows how to that believably?' He was just thankful he didn't stumble or fall on his ass with the other man watching him so intently. Those blue eyes didn't seem so cold now. He noticed they had widen slightly when he turned, his dick always tended to get some sort of reaction. But as long as the other person didn't suddenly remember a forgotten dental appointment and say they had to leave, it was okay.

He scooped up his gun and as he padded into the bathroom he felt the other man's gaze linger on his bare ass. Leaving the Walther on the corner of the vanity counter closest to the shower he adjusted the water to almost scalding level before stepping in. After several years in the military and too many jobs in third world countries Bernardo had a weakness for really hot water. The shower stall was clear glass and after several minutes he saw the other man enter the bathroom. The blonde had removed his shirt and Bernardo caught glimpses of sleek muscles through the water-streaked glass. The other man was leaning his hip against the counter and was watching him shower.

Bernardo considered putting on a show but didn't want to waste the time. He would rather be touching and being touched than just being watched. The white washcloth was quickly skimmed over his copper skin before he realized he had forgotten his shampoo, his had a de-tangler in it that he doubted the Marriott supplied in theirs for guests. He cracked the door, letting the opening frame his wet, dark skinned body surrounded by steam and called out, "Blondie, get my shampoo please, it's in the blue bag in the duffel."

The other man replied, after a brief intense glance, "Sure," and disappeared back into the main room.

Bernardo figured Blondie would use this as an excuse to search his duffel if he hadn't already done so. A moment later the shower door was reopened and steam billowed out again as the slim man stood there with his herbal shampoo. The other man raked a heated glance over his naked, water-streamed body before the bottle was handed over and the door was closed. After a speedy lather and rinse, Bernardo was clambering out to drip on the bathmat. He was not surprised when the other man handed him a towel and he quickly started to rub himself dry. The blonde circled around him and Bernardo tried to track him in the mirror but it was too fogged up. The handsome Indian felt a sudden vulnerability but shrugged the sensation away. He knew the only thing that had changed was that now the other man was starting to reveal himself as the true predator he was and Bernardo felt uncomfortably like a gazelle at a watering hole. His goose bumps flared again and it had nothing to do with the cooler room air after the hot water of the broiling shower.

He stopped himself from flinching when hands touched his hair. He wasn’t big on letting other people touch his hair. He heard a low chuckle before a portion of his wet mass of hair was lifted and he felt the familiar tug of a comb. He closed his eyes as deft, nimble fingers untangled and brought order to the wet ebony strands. After long moments Bernardo felt the side of the comb slap his ass and was directed to use the hair dryer. His heavy lidded eyes lifted to see his hairdryer plugged in and waiting on the counter in front of him. He was proud his hands did not betray him with excited trembles as he turned it on and lifted it. He swung his hair back and forth; the heated air caressed his equally heated skin as he dried his hair. Behind him Bernardo heard the toilet flush and then felt strong calloused palms smooth over his hair and back. His skin quivered as he clicked off the hair dryer and turned.

His eyes eagerly roamed over lightly tanned sleek muscles on the man before him and saw that the blonde's hair was slightly mussed, probably from removing his own shirt, Bernardo guessed. Bare feet peeked out from under the hem of blue jeans and his gaze raked over them, noticing the slender elegance and calluses from practicing martial arts. The blue eyes returning his regard had a decidedly intent gleam as they surveyed his nakedness. The copper skinned warrior wrenched his own gaze away and scooped up his weapon and padded into the bedroom. There was no sound behind him, but he sensed the other man following.

He set his gun on the bedside table and reached for a pillow, very much aware of the heated gaze watching his flexing ass. He dropped it the floor and lowered himself so he was kneeling on its padded softness.

"Standing or on the bed, I don't care as long as I get to taste you now." Bernardo's voice was husky with need.

The other man's expression did not flicker or betray any emotion. But an equally intense need flowed through him; Bernardo had noted with hidden amusement that the slim toes had curled into the plush carpet at his words and actions. The blonde brushed passed him to stand in front of the bed and turned to face his kneeling position. The other merc removed a Beretta from the small of his back and placed it near the pillows at the head of the bed. Bernardo’s impatience flared. He was exasperated and frustrated by the other man's measured calmness and couldn't wait to hear him moaning in desire.

His long dark fingers trailed playfully over the denim-covered bulge before flicking the snap and slowly lowering the zipper. He longed to strip the smaller man totally bare but didn't dare. His hands hurriedly shoved the heavy material down the toned lightly tanned thighs. Bernardo grinned on discovering the other merc went 'commando', then his attention sharpened as his avid gaze took in the sight of the freed, flushed, swollen shaft in front of him. Bernardo gave the bared hips a gentle push and the other man allowed himself to be guided to sit on the bed. Once there, he then leaned back on his elbows on the bed relaxed, and gazing intently at Bernardo. The Indian edged the pillow closer to the reclining form and let his hands run down the sleek bunching muscled thighs as he moved between them. His hard palms curving around the backs of Blondie's knees, Bernardo leaned forward and extended his tongue. With a long wet swipe, his tongue trailed up from the root of the erection in front of him to the leaking bulbous head. His tongue lapped and probed the weeping slit and satisfaction pooled deep inside him when Bernardo heard a muffled moan. His mouth leisurely explored the smooth flushed head before him, drawing out the pleasure, his tongue rubbing that oh so sensitive spot under the rim just below the flared crown. Every time he spied another beading pearl of pre cum forming on the tip, he swiftly claimed it, savouring the brief tantalizing taste.

One of his hands curled firmly around the thick girth of the prone man's cock as the other toyed with the vulnerable hanging scrotum. His fingertips played lightly against the tender furred skin as his mouth enveloped the head of the cock twitching before him. Sucking forcefully, his tongue still teased the constantly weeping slit. He pulled back to breath and Bernardo's panting moist breath wafting over the wet thick length stretched up in front of him. After making a conscious effort to relax his throat, Bernardo swooped down and swallowed the entire swollen erection to the hilt. A low groan was music to his ears and Bernardo smiled around the fullness in his devouring mouth. His nose nuzzled the darker blonde curls nestled around the base of the cock he was hungrily sucking. He started a strong, steady stroking and made sure his hands were never still as they roamed the panting sleek body that was now stretched out on the soft mattress.

Bernardo knew he was taking more care and effort than he normally bestowed on a blowjob for a one-night stand. He understood there would be long and lonely nights ahead of both of them in their line of work and when the emptiness gnawed at the other man, he wanting him to remember this night and the warm wet haven of his mouth and he wanted him to groan and ache with this memory.

He felt a hand tangle in the long mass of his hair and urge his motions faster and he ignored its urgings. Bernardo usually didn't like anyone messing with his hair, but for Blondie, he would make an exception. But when he felt it being pulled, Bernardo abruptly stopped. He lifted his head away and panted for a moment, regaining his breath, before he asked, "Yeah?"

"Fuck you, go faster!"

If Bernardo hadn't been so breathless himself, he would have laughed at the husky urgent demand. The calm controlled voice of earlier had vanished, and the formerly carefully blank blue eyes were darkened with desire under heavy half closed lids. A thin sheen of sweat covered the trembling sleek body and Bernardo allowed himself a moment to admire it.

The low warning of "Don't make me shoot you," broke his revere of the masculine beauty displayed before his eyes.

Hiding his grin, Bernardo bent his head again to the pleasant task demanded of him. His mouth enclosed around the smooth thick cock and his hands stretch up so his fingers could play with swollen, aroused, peach-colored nipples. The slim hips began thrusting shallowly and he hummed in agreement of this action. With the vibrations from his throat traveling up and down the stroking shaft, Bernardo felt the plunging force increase. Now, the other man's hardness was slamming between his lips and his fingers tweaked and twisted the captured nipples in response.

The hands buried in his hair tightened and Bernardo took that as a signal. He pressed his face hard into the other man's groin and made swallowing motions around the cock trapped deep in his throat, milking it. A small, harsh, inarticulate cry escaped the blonde and his hips ground savagely against Bernardo’s face before thick cum erupted and flowed down his throat. Bernardo pulled back slightly so that he could taste the salty delight on his tongue and his mouth could suck teasingly around the pulsing head.

Hands pulled gently on his hair again and he reluctantly released the softening cock from between his swollen lips. He rested his head against the other man's thigh and waited. He was amazed he had so easily ignored his own aching erection, so caught up in giving his partner pleasure. He rubbed his cheek against the trembling muscled thigh and felt fingers softly stroking his hair.

After a few moments, like most men, Bernardo acknowledged to himself, he wanted reassurance on his performance. "Was that good, Blondie?"

"Edward, you can call me Edward," was the quiet, slightly breathless answer.

He elatedly closed his eyes, 'Yes,' Bernardo thought to himself, 'the highest praise indeed.'

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