- Madlenka was lonely. She had a couple of friends, but those friendships weren't exactly the sort where you shared deep secrets and had physical contact like cuddling on the couch while listening to old recordings. John and Leona were her closest friends, and both of those relationships could be straining at times. Besides, she needed more than a friend. She needed to get laid. She needed to be kissed and touched and fucked. The dhampir needed physical contact, even if it fell short of getting laid.
It had taken a lot of talking to herself in the mirror to get to this point. In her old life, she had taken lovers as she pleased. She was good at discretion and had never suffered any consequences for her actions, save those caused by sleeping around on Dutch. Letting her libido direct her had been her only regret in life, and had influenced her heavily in her behavior in Door. She didn't want to be the same sort of woman she had been when she hurt Dutch so badly. That's why she had taken so very long to come to this point, to actually address feelings she had been dealing with since the first time she had laid eyes on her fellow deputy.
Clive was handsome. Ridiculously handsome. Charming too. He was the sort of man that made girls write their first name with his last name all over their schoolbooks. He was also very, very different from Dutch. He was a lighthearted sort, a sweet and kind man who didn't brood all too often. She needed something different, a change, a way to start fresh.
Madlenka had spent over an hour getting ready. Her hair was curled and pinned up to perfection, a rhinestone clip holding one side of her curls away from her face. Blue eyes were lined in kohl, pouty lips rouged, cheekbones lightly highlighted in pink. She had picked out one of her favorite dresses, a black and gingham halter that showed off her creamy back and emphasized her cleavage. To be prepared for all possible outcomes, she had also put on her very best lingerie, a black silk and lace set complete with garter belt and thigh-high stockings.
She stood on Clive's doorstep, heart pounding in her chest. She hadn't been nervous like this since she was a teenager. With a bottle of wine from the orchard clutched in one hand, she knocked on his door with the other.