Blind Her With Bliss by Nina Pierce Read Free Book Online Page B

came over to say ‘hello.’”
     

    “Well, I was thinking about going out tonight.”
     

    “You have a date?”
     

    She hadn’t exchanged numbers with Damon, which was really stupid on her part. Still, her sister didn’t need to know that. “Don’t sound so surprised. I do have a social life. His name’s Damon.” The deception heated her cheeks.
     

    “Sorry.” Deirdre dragged out the word into two long syllables.
     

    Deirdre’s sulky tone washed more guilt over Julie. “Forget it. You’re right. We didn’t make any definite plans for tonight. I’m not doing anything.” Julie set the box on the floor and turned up the television.
     

    “What’s in the box?”
     

    “Some old high school stuff, nothing much.” Julie shrugged, not wanting to talk with Dee about Jason. She focused on the television and flipped channels with the remote.
     

    “…WKOR’s own Demon Jones…morning prime time…”
     

    Flashes of Demon’s face came up on the screen as a commercial broke into the morning programming.
     

    “Boo. Hiss.” Deirdre blew a raspberry at the screen. “The man’s a menace to society.”
     

    “You know him?” Julie asked. She shifted on the couch, her body reacting immediately to the memory of his full lips on her.
     

    “No, I don’t know him.” Deirdre sounded appalled.
     

    “Then how can you judge him?”
     

    “Obviously, sister, you’ve never listened to his drivel that passes as entertainment. He’s an opinionated, misogynistic, sexist pig who does nothing but degrade humankind on his show.” She threw the banana peel at the television where it stuck to Demon’s dimpled smile before dropping on the wooden floor.
     

    “ Sheesh . Tell me how you really feel, Dee.”
     

    * * * *
     

    Damon had gone for a run, stacked the recyclables, washed both the Harley and the Saturn, even scrubbed the bathroom and vacuumed through the tiny condo. All before eleven a.m. But nothing eased the unsettled feeling of Julie crawling under his skin. Looking for companionship after getting his rocks off wasn’t the Demon’s usual MO. But then again, the women he usually slept with didn’t have an IQ higher than their weight. Julie definitely had the body, but it was her compassion for her friend that had been the magnet pulling him into her arms.
     

    He’d looked up her number on the internet. Thought about calling, but had dismissed the idea. Dressed the way she’d been, he had no doubt that was how she liked to spend her Friday nights—fast, hot, unencumbered sex. Maybe a string of one-night stands.
     

    That’s all he’d hoped for last night as well. So why was he holding the phone in his hand and sweating like a teenager with a crush? He slammed it into the cradle and decided to go for another run.
     

    Forty minutes later, fresh from his second shower, he sat at the baby grand piano, the only piece of furniture in his living room. Perhaps a little Def Leopard or some classic Stones could ease the ache of this woman who seemed intent on invading his every waking thought. Damon didn’t need to pull sheet music from the bench seat. He’d been playing this instrument far too long not to be able to practice for hours without a single note in front of him.
     

    He let his mind wander, his fingers making the notes in his head a reality. He watched his hands caress the keys, but saw only the ivory white of Julie’s fingers wrapped around his cock. He swayed with the crescendo of the music, hearing only Julie’s cries of ecstasy as she writhed beneath him.
     

    “Shit!” His fists slammed down on the keys, and the piano yelled in protest. Not a nice way to treat his pride and joy. But confusion brought his fists down again. Getting involved with a woman, no matter how beautiful, was a stupid idea. His stay in Delmont was temporary at best.
     

    He stalked from the room, grabbing his helmet on his way to the garage.
     

    * * * *
     

    Dust motes danced on the