Page 17 of Guarding the Rock Star
“I didn’t know that vampires had fated mates,” she said. “I thought that was a shifter thing.”
She seemed enthralled at the idea that fate would bring you the perfect person to spend your life with.
“I guess the fated mate thing is true for all supernatural beings,” I responded. “Or at least that’s what they believe. Although I have to say, I’m surprised that someone as level-headed as Wanda would buy into all that. She doesn’t seem like the fantasy type.”
I didn’t mention that niggle of doubt way in the back of my brain, the part of me that wondered if my strong feelings and overwhelming attraction to Wanda had something to do with this mate bond we allegedly had. It was as good an explanation as any for the way I was feeling. Then I tamped that thought back down, reminding me that love had never been kind to me in the past, and it likely wasn’t going to start now.
“Maybe it’s like those people who believe they’re reincarnated from famous people or that some random dude is God’s chosen prophet,” Chloe suggested. “People believe what they’re told, especially if it’s the story they heard as kids.”
As I stared up at the darkened ceiling that night, I couldn’t help but feel it was more than some fairy tale for the weak-minded. Wanda was a practical, no nonsense person. For her to believe in fated mates gave it more weight somehow.
But in the end, it didn’t matter. I wasn’t the kind of person who was going to have a long-term relationship. I just wasn’t cut out for commitment, and even if I was, who wanted to be in a relationship with someone who spent half the year traveling the globe performing in a new city every night?
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“I want to pick out the music.”
Wanda glanced over at me from the drivers’ seat. I assumed we’d have my driver take us to the cabin, but Wanda insisted we should go alone in one of Sapphic Security’s tricked out bullet proof Suburbans. It seemed like overkill, but then again, this vehicle was a sweet ride.
“I need peace while I drive,” Wanda protested.
“Great, then let me introduce you to Beyonce. Her music makes everyone happy.”
She sighed deeply as I pressed some buttons on my phone and paired it with the car’s sound system. Soon the opening notes of one of the songs from Beyonce’s new countryish album filled the car. Wanda sighed again and bit my lip to keep from laughing.
“Is the regular security team meeting us up there?” I asked. Usually, Mark and his team came up to the cabin the same time as I did, staying nearby and patrolling my property in shifts.
“Oh God no, those guys suck,” Wanda said emphatically. “Angie once brought one of them to their knees just be twisting a finger.”
She muttered something under her breath that sounded like pathetic humans.
“Every guy on that team is the size of a tank,” I reminded her. “They’re all ex-military and they provide security for lots of famous people.”
“Well, they’re no match for the Bears.”
Something told me she wasn’t talking about the football team.
“Bears?”
“Yeah. We’ve got a team of Belarusian bears we contract with sometimes for additional security. Nothing gets past those three guys. They’re going to stay in trailers on the property.”
“There’s plenty of room in the house,” I said. “It’s pretty big.”
Wanda shook her head. “Oh no, these guys are very food motivated. Especially for sweets. We don’t want them to get distracted because we’re cooking or something. They’ll eat anything they can get their grubby paws on. Plus, they’re kind of loud.”
“You wouldn’t let me bring my chef,” I reminded her, my voice slightly petulant. “Who’s going to be doing that cooking?”
I hated cooking and without Monica cooking for me, I was going to be stuck eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for every meal.
“It won’t hurt you to get your hands dirty and do a little cooking, Princess.”
“I grew up poor, you know. My hands got dirty plenty.”
Wanda spared me a look before turning her attention back to the road. “I remember you saying that. You just need to go back to your roots.”
“I know how to cook things that come out of food boxes, not the gourmet food I eat now. Besides, the best thing about being a millionaire is that I can hire people to do anything I don’t like to do. Like cooking.”
I ignored the thrill that rushed through my body as Wanda patted my leg. “Don’t worry Princess, we won’t starve. I promise.”
