Vampire's Nest

“Sascha, please pour me a vodka,” he asked with his smooth alluring voice. I considered for a brief moment of pouring him Russian, then my better judgement told me not to be suicidal. I poured him a large serve of Absolute over ice. He took it from my hand and made me cringe involuntarily when his fingers touched mine. “Do I make you nervous?” he asked with a slight smirk... “Yes,” was my honest reply. This seemed to please him and...