"Charlaine Harris - Dancers in the Dark" - читать интересную книгу автора (Harris Charlaine)

"I just don't know much about vampires," she said apologetically.


Sean's crystalline blue eyes looked at her quite impersonally. "Then you will learn," he said
calmly. He had a slight Irish accent; "learn" came out suspiciously like "lairrn."
She focused safely on his pointed chin. She felt more at ease even if he was some kind of royalty,
according to Sylvia. He seemed totally indifferent to her looks. That, in itself, was enough to
relax her muscles.


"Will you dance?" he asked formally.


"Yes, thank you," she said automatically. Sylvia started the CD player again. She'd picked a
different disk this time.


They waltzed first, moving so smoothly that Rue felt she was gliding acros the floor without her
feet touching the wood. "Swing next," he murmured, and her feet did truly leave the floor, her
black skirt fluttering out in an arc, and then she was down again and dancing.


Rue enjoyed herself more than she had in years.


When it was over, when she saw that his eyes were still cool and impersonal, it was easy to turn
to Sylvia and say, "If you decide you want me to work for you, I'd like to dance with Sean."


The flash of petulance on Thompson's face startled Rue.


Sylvia looked a bit surprised, but not displeased. "Great," she said. "It's not always easy… " Then
she stopped, realizing any way she finished the sentence might be tactless.


Julie was beaming. "Then I'll dance with Thompson," she said. "I need a partner, too."


At least I made Julie happy Rue thought. Rue's own partner-to-be didn't comment. Sean looked
neither happy nor sad. He took her hand, bowed over it and let it go. She thought she had felt cold
lips touch her fingers, and she shivered.


"Here's the drill," Sylvia said briskly. "Here's a contract for you to sign. Take it home with you
and read it. It's really simple." She handed Rue a one-page document. "You can have your lawyer
check it over, if you want."