she peered into his eyes. “It just makes me sad that Eva and I don’t have the relationship that we used to have. I miss having a sister. Though she wasn’t just that—she was a friend too.”
“See now that’s the key. You said, don’t—not can’t. If you’d said can’t I fear you’d be right. Who knows? If everything turns out the way it should, you may have your friend and sister back.” He leaned in and kissed her softly, caressing her ass in fluid motion that had her aching for more. If anything the lust she felt for her dark demon was building, not dwindling.
“You’re right. That’s enough talk about this right now. I need you.” She lifted her head up and kissed him, all the hunger and desire that she felt for him in that kiss. She’d get through this. She had Samael, and it would all work out. Hopefully, just hopefully, Eva and Clay would go along for the ride and be okay in the process as well.
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Eva found herself seated at her favorite table at Diego’s trying to wait patiently for Clay, who by the time on her watch was about ten minutes late. The place was hopping with the usual crowd and close to being wall to wall on a Thursday night. She could have her pick of the men there, but she wanted Clay. Damn him. He’d promised her drinks and dancing since she’d gone a whole month without, as he put it, causing any issues . It was like he expected her to blow shit up.
The existence they’d settled into was one with sexual benefits and nothing more. She wouldn’t allow there to be anymore. When the situation seemed to get too heavy she either left or she put things back into prospective by turning the circumstances sexual again. It was going to be the only way she could save herself, especially when he decided to walk away from her.
Nursing her lemon martini she glanced around the room, and her eyes met for what seemed to be the hundredth time eyes of the deepest green she’d ever seen. She found herself looking away from him quickly just as she had the last few times. Something about his gaze made her feel a bit disconcerted. She wasn’t sure why that would be.
He was handsome, of course, with pitch-colored hair that curled at his shoulders and a tanned body and damn if that body didn’t fill out that suit well. So why did she feel as if something wasn’t right? She was being silly. That had to be it, a long day in a human body made for an overactive imagination from this girl. She had the strangest feeling that she knew him.
“May I have this seat?” How the heck did he get over to her so fast? She looked up into those deep green eyes and swallowed. Fuck, Mr. Slick had made it to her table. He was trouble. She could sense it just by looking at his swagger. He was worry that she could ill afford.
“I’m waiting for someone,” she said hastily.
“Well then he won’t mind if I keep the pretty little lady company.” He settled in the chair next to her, and she frowned.
“Little lady?”
“Oh I’m sorry, darlin’. I’m old school.”
“Apparently you are. Women don’t like to be called little lady anymore.”
“Do forgive me. Would you accept another drink from me in apology?”
She held up her glass showing she still had a bit left from her first drink. “I’m nursing my lemon drop martini.”
“How about I get you an apple martini instead of boring old lemon, hmm?”
He raised his hand anyway and ushered over the waitress who happened to be at the next table. He ordered the other martini for her, and the waitress was off to the bar. Before she could protest the waitress had come over and set another drink before her.
“You seriously didn’t have to do that.”
She looked toward the door to see if Clay had arrived and by the time she turned around, Mr. Slick was even closer than he had been before. So close she could see his eyes dilating and for some reason she found that she couldn’t look away. Hell, she didn’t want to look away.
“Oh but