The sudden flare-up in heat made Star's eyes widen. This was dangerous. In the blonde's book, danger was hot. She got that adrenaline kick, the kind she so desperately sought all those years, when a daily life of living off natural beauty, her mother's money, and easy jobs got mind-numbing. Having everything handed to her made Star really love the possibility of wasting it all away. Cocktails, pills, all-nighters, spending sprees, magic, vampires, death, a gorgeous sire, and a boyfriend who could light her on fire and end Star's newfound immortality in a flash...
This was exactly the kind of icing Star liked on her cake.
Now where was the bucket of ice when she needed it?
"A game, maybe. How's your self-control?" She took off her bra and tossed it. It snagged on a picture frame, some Japanese spiritual junk. "You feel a little warm to me." Rising up, she unbuttoned her pants and wiggled them down her hips. From there, she shed one pant leg at a time.