Why do you want to know?"

Josh studied me without saying anything. From my dark brown shoulder-length hair, currently tucked behind my ears, to my eyes, nose, mouth. Then along my neck to my white camisole tank top, and, if you ask me, lingered a little too long for comfort on the boob area. My black winter coat hung behind me on the chair.

"I think I have all the information I need," he said.

"So do I have the job?" I asked, still forcing myself to ignore the weird feeling.

He glanced at Heather. "What do you think?"

"I think it'll work out perfectly." She smiled and kissed him. "Just like we planned."

I swallowed. The strange feeling of dread that had taken up space in my gut from the very first interview question began to spread through the rest of my body. "Can we talk about

Vamp International now? Do I have the job?"

Heather stroked Josh's face, before kissing him on his lips, and she turned her attention to me, her smile as bright and shiny as it had been all evening. "Okay, Sarah, I don't want you to be mad, but there actually isn't any Vamp International."

I felt a rush of disappointment. "Then what exactly is this interview for?"

She pushed the wad of money in the center of the table closer to me. "It's four hundred dollars now, and another four hundred once it's done."

I eyed her suspiciously. "Once what's done?"

"You need to sire my boyfriend," she said simply.

"I need to what!" My heart began to pound hard enough for me to hear in my ears. "What the hell are you talking about? I thought I was here to interview for a full-time job."

Her smile faded slightly around the edges. "Well, I knew you probably wouldn't immediately jump at a siring opportunity. I wanted you to meet Josh and see how awesome he is and how happy I am with him. And we are paying you for your services."

"For my services!" I repeated. "This is completely ridiculous."