Malcolm
"So, you're really not a vampire?" the pretty young woman leaned forward on her barstool, showing off her cleavage. Her blonde hair spilling in curls around her shoulders. The side of her red lipstick was smeared along her cheek.
I handed her a napkin and indicated on my own face where she needed to wipe.
With a nervous laugh, she dabbed at the lipstick.
In the past, I might have entertained her, but I had a feisty brunette waiting for me Fae-side. I'd only been away from her for a day and I was already missing her. Couldn't even call her or send her a text. The human world with all their technology had a distinct advantage over my kind. Sure, we had magic, but no one had crafted a spell to send a message from the human world into ours or vice versa.
I stroked my chin considering the business patent on any invention. Would make a ton of allies and money...not that I needed either.
"Malcolm?" the woman purred, running her hand up my thigh.