The cafeteria was empty except for industrial freezers humming against the wall. Sabrina walked ahead, her vampire maid skirt swaying with each step.
I kept my eyes forward. Safe territory. Nothing dangerous about a back view.
Who was I kidding.
The heels clicked on linoleum. Black stockings with little bats running up the sides. Skirt shorter than anything I'd seen her wear before. The maid apron tied in a bow at the small of her back, emphasizing curves I'd been pretending not to notice for three weeks.
She opened the freezer. Cold air rushed out.
"Two bags should suffice," she said, her tone flat.
I grabbed one. Heavy. Ice rattled inside the plastic.
She reached for the second at the same moment. Our hands met on the bag.
She didn't move hers.
"Isaiah."
"Sabrina."
"You're staring."
"I'm looking at the ice."
"My face is up here."
I lifted my gaze. Purple eyes watched me with that half-lidded stare that made my brain do stupid things.
"Better," she said.
