“Young, fit, and the proper match.”
“You said something about my history in my file. What about my history?”
Dr. Washington narrowed his eyes and then pulled up her file on the computer.
“It says here that your parents are deceased. Car accident. You were only eight. Your brothers, Brian and Drew, were fourteen and twelve. Both are currently employed at Cartwright Warehouses. Your uncle is your only other living relative. He left you at age eleven and as far as our records show disappeared completely. No death has been reported. Your history, Miss Carpenter, shows that you are entirely alone other than two brothers who despair having another mouth to feed.”
Reyna defiantly raised her chin. Hearing her bleak history spelled out before her in such terms made her heart constrict. “I know my own history well enough. But it doesn’t explain how that makes me a good match for your Permanent program. Do you just want someone without family? Someone that if things go south for you, there is no one who will be blowing up the papers in anger over my disappearance?”
He laughed. “I already told you that you will be perfectly safe. You’re hesitant. I understand that, but you have the wrong impression of our organization.”
“Do I?”
“We’re not selecting you because we don’t want any liabilities later. It’s because you need it the most, Miss Carpenter. You have no one to help you and you are a burden on your siblings,” he said bluntly. “A permanent placement with Visage would provide all you’ve ever dreamed and more. We are looking for people who are truly interested in a permanent partnership with our Sponsors. If you’d rather a more temporary position for less pay, then this is not the service for you.”
Reyna needed time to think. Brian and Drew wouldn’t be happy that she had agreed to a month of work at Visage. She couldn’t even imagine their reaction when they found out that she had agreed to a permanent spot in a vampire’s home. She had never even considered working for Visage permanently. It was supposed to be a temporary fix for her family. Yet, even when she came home from working at Visage, she would still have to find a way to afford food long term, which meant she needed that degree.
Was everything the doctor had said true? Was she just burdening everyone in her life?
The fact that she didn’t have an immediate answer unsettled her.
She didn’t know how long she would need to be a part of Visage before all of this could unfold and she and her brothers were living comfortably again. On the base salary…much longer than the Permanent wage.
“I could still leave at any time if I need to, right?” she asked again for confirmation.
“Yes, of course,” the doctor agreed. “If you find that the situation is not for you, then we would remove you from the program. But we have been very particular about our selections for you as well as the Sponsor and we do believe this will be a great match.”
Reyna sighed. Here’s to hoping that all her dreams really could come true. How much worse could it be?
“All right. What do I need to do?”
* * *
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After Reyna had completed a mountain of paperwork, Dr. Washington returned to her room to collect all the documents. It felt a bit like she was signing her life away, but she made sure to read every line.
Dr. Washington scrutinized the many places she’d had to place her signature and then nodded. “This is satisfactory. Your Sponsor just arrived to collect you.”
Reyna jolted. “What? Now? Already?”
The doctor gave her a confused look. “You’re not reconsidering, are you?”
Reyna tucked a lock of her brown hair behind her ear. “No. I’m not reconsidering. I was just unaware that my employment began today and that I would be leaving with my Sponsor immediately.”
“Well, employment does start as soon as the paperwork is signed. Plus, your Sponsor is a very busy man, and he won’t have time to return to collect you another time.”
“Oh. I see, but I need to speak with my brothers.”
“I’m sure you will be able to get a message to them once you are settled into your new living quarters,” the doctor said.
Reyna frowned. She couldn’t believe she was about to divulge how utterly destitute they were, but there was no other option. They clearly had done their homework on her background already. It couldn’t come as that much of a shock to them. “But we don’t have a phone or anything.”
“A letter?” he suggested.
Reyna’s frown only deepened. “I really need to speak with them in person.”
“I’m afraid that won’t be possible at the moment. Your Sponsor is almost here. Unless you want to forfeit your position with Visage entirely, then you’ll need to leave now.”
“No, of course I don’t want to forfeit my position. I just signed all of that paperwork.” She threw her hand out to the stack the doctor was still holding.
“Then you will have to speak to your Sponsor later about when you will have free time to visit your relatives. You’re a Visage employee now and must work under Visage rules.” His phone buzzed in his pocket. He retrieved the phone and then checked the device. The doctor’s shoulders tightened. “He’s here.”
“Already?” She pushed her shoulders back and tried to look taller sitting on the sterile hospital bed in her threadbare jeans. It was hard to do when her feet didn’t quite hit the step below, and her legs could swing back and forth with ease.
“Yes. He’s on his way in right now.”
“What’s he like?” she asked with hesitancy. She wasn’t entirely sure why she asked now. It might have been an important question to consider before agreeing to live with the vampire permanently for the next…ever. But in the end, it probably didn’t matter. He was a vampire. How different could they all be?
“You’ll see in just a moment.”
There was a knock at the door.
“Ah, here he is.”
Reyna jumped to her feet. She had felt ridiculous sitting on that bed to begin with. She didn’t want her first interaction with her new employer to be that of a scared little girl sitting on a hospital bed. She wanted to appear strong and confident. Ready to take on the world.
But when her Sponsor walked in the room, she shrank in on herself in terror. She had never felt so small before in her life.
The man filled the doorway. His mere presence made him seem to stand even taller than his immense height and strong build. It was as if she could feel the power vibrating beneath the surface. There was no other way she knew how to describe it. He held himself with such utter confidence that he took over the small room.
Her eyes lifted to meet his, and all she could do was stare into the endless dark depths. For a second, she thought she saw something flicker in his eyes, something that spoke of need, but then it was gone. Replaced by nothingness. His features were chiseled out of stone. His cheekbones were sharp and defined, hollowing out his cheeks. His jaw was strong and pronounced. Even his dark hair was precisely cut and maintained. He wore a crisp black suit with a blood-red tie.
He was plainly terrifying to behold, but also…gorgeous. Horrifyingly beautiful.
“Reyna, allow me to introduce you to your Sponsor,” Dr. Washington said. “This is Beckham Anderson, senior vice president of Visage Incorporated.”
She locked eyes with Beckham, and she refused to look away. If he was trying to intimidate her with his lethal stare, it was working, but she would never let him know that.
Here she was in tattered jeans, a plain threadbare gray T-shirt, black Converse sneakers, and a maroon baseball cap stuffed in her back pocket. Her hair was in a high ponytail. She wore not an ounce of makeup. And she was in a standoff against a man who was by all accounts…perfect. But she wouldn’t look away. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
When she didn’t say anything, Dr. Washington cleared his throat and continued. “Mr. Anderson, your new subject, Miss Reyna Carpenter.”
No one spoke.
Reyna stared at the figure before her, and he simply stared back. All the times she had thought about coming to Visage and becoming a blood escort, she had never truly known what to expect. She had never considered the vampire that she would have to live with. This man made her want to run as fast and as far away from him as possible. This man was a thing of nightmares. How the hell am I supposed to live with him?