With her coat on, standing in the hallway, she could have been his wife or girlfriend or administrative assistant. Inside, the red dress showed just enough skin here and was just tight enough there to reveal her true vocation.
“Any bad habits I should know about?” She smiled disarmingly as he handed her the envelope.
“Is that a joke?”
“Not at all. I’m not worried about being bitten.”
She laughed, and the dress slid off. “You may be a vampire, but you’re also a regular. You won’t risk your good standing with the agency just for one drink.”