My Ice Prince - стр. 46
Mary left.
I raked the ends of the plaid under me so that I could curl up like a cocoon-it had been my childhood habit to lie wrapped in a blanket. I didn't feel warm, but I felt very cosy mentally lying in that soft, pleasant-smelling plaid.
Mary chatted on the phone with some guy, then turned on a sappy melodrama on my laptop.
It was the most unpleasant part of our life together: I could hear everything that went on in the house, including the sounds coming from the toilet and Mary's sniffling at night. I tried to block out these sounds, but I could not, and it made me very uncomfortable mentally. So now I was lying there and involuntarily listened to what the characters in the film were talking about: a wife left her husband and he was left on the street, without money or documents, but a kind businesswoman picked him up and gave him a job as a valet.
Suddenly someone knocked loudly on the front door.
«Let Mary open it» thought.
The knock was repeated.
I sighed unhappily: I didn't want to leave my cosy nest, but I had to go and open the door.
«Who was it that came in so late? I don't even think people visit at eight-thirty-two in the evening» I wondered, glancing at my watch.
Opening the door, I froze with surprise. No, not that: I was astonished, and terribly displeased: the man who had run me down was standing on the porch.
– You seem to have the wrong house or, no, street» I said icily, and I was about to slam the door in his face, but he held it open with his hand. – What the hell was that? – I let out a cry of indignation.
The vampire didn't remove his hand.
– You don't have to get so fired up right away» he said and grinned mockingly, as if proud of his insolence.
He was dressed like a casual dresser now. His dark hair was dishevelled, as if its owner had made a mess of it on purpose.
– Who said I was hot? Why would you be? – I said mockingly, too, and then frowned. – Let go of the door and leave. You're not welcome here.
– Don't you think you're a little jumpy? – The vampire asked, still smiling cheekily.
– It's probably because I hit my head on the pavement when some idiot hit me today! – I retorted. – And by the way, that idiot is in front of me right now! So get out! – I tried to close the door again, but the insolent man interrupted me again. His arrogance was pissing me off.
«No, look at the arrogance!» – I thought angrily, wanting to punch him in the arm or slam it against the door.
***
– Do you really think you're stronger than me? – I asked with interest, laughing inwardly at the girl's nervousness.
She was wearing some kind of obscure colourful men's T-shirt, jeans, and her hair slicked back, looking like an American high school cheerleader.
– I'll call the police» the girl said seriously.
Her eyes threw lightning bolts. How easily she explodes!
– Then you should go to the station: they're in a big meeting right now, and they're not likely to come just to throw me out» I teased at her.
She rolled her eyes. How theatrical, by God.
Suddenly I heard a shrill female voice in Misha 's house yell her name.
«What the hell?» – ran through my head.
– Who's that at your place? – Frowning, I asked, having no idea who could have been there with her, a vampire.
– That's none of your business! – The girl cut me off irritably.