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pointed.
    " Yes sir, boss."
    " Need the bathroom," I told an inquisitive Tara without looking at her.
    " We just…"
    " I don't like using bathrooms at diners."
    " You prefer gas station urinals?"
    " I wasn't thinking about it when we left."
    She nodded. "Well, you may be interested to know that I got a text."
    I looked at her. "What was it?"
    She pursed her lips, building my anticipation. "I'll tell you when you get back," she said when we stopped.
    " What? No, tell me now."
    She shooed me out with her fingers.
    "Well, is it…something I'll like?"
    " Oh, I think so."
    My cock jerked at her tone. I opened the door and put one foot on the ground, unable to tear my gaze from her. "Does it…have something to do with your ass?"
    She angled a scolding gaze at me but I didn 't miss the heat in it. Fuck.
    " Yes?" I'd been praying for one particular thing. I couldn't stand hurting her so I didn't ask for it. But yeah, I'd fantasized about it. Often.
    She let out a deep sigh and chewed her thumb nail.
    "Is it bad? To you? I mean?"
    She shrugged a shoulder. "Not real sure."
    I couldn 't keep from drawing an audibly sharp breath. "We don't….have to."
    " Umm, yes. We kinda do."
    " Is it…"
    " Just go! We'll talk about it when you get back."
    I sat there, torn. "Okay, fine. I'll…be right back." I ducked my head back in the car before shutting the door. "You want anything? Drink, food?"
    She swiveled an annoyed smile at me.
    Right. Just ate.
    I hurried to the bathroom and pulled the phone out. Please don 't be stupid.
    Anger Tara. No excuses or apologies until after final demon domination.
    God, fuck, seriously? Anger Tara? Didn't they realize how bad that was for me? Fucking right they knew.
    I paced up and down in the filthy five foot bathroom with the piss drenched floors, walls, and toilet. What exactly were they grading with this? My reaction? Hers? Both? Fuck, not knowing meant better safe than sorry, which meant bad for me.
    I needed to talk to Steve. See if he knew anything.
    Anger Tara. Anger the T-Rex. Ruin my progress with her. Just throw it all away. For nothing. No, not nothing. Her Gramma. Fffuuuuuck. Of course I'd do it. I had to help her win so she could save her Gramma. But dammit.
    And c an't explain to her. Until later. I pulled my phone out and dialed Steve.
    " Ummm you okay?" he answered.
    " No. That would be a negative." I got out of the piss box and paced up and down the hall next to it. "I'm getting these texts."
    " Are you supposed to tell me?"
    " It didn't say not to," I whispered, annoyingly unsure. "They want me to-to- do weird things."
    Sharp intake of breath. "Ahhhhh so that's what—"
    " Yes, the diner show. Humiliate Tara, that was my assignment. No details except that I can't tell her until after final demon domination."
    He hissed painfully. "That's not good," he whispered. "Did you get another one?"
    " Yes, anger Tara."
    " Oh dear. Your plan?"
    I laughed dryly. "Very good fucking question."
    " Okay, let's…let's think this through. So, you'll do something small."
    " And probably score low?" Every possibility built the need to vomit
    " Well…how about go in the middle and see how you score."
    " That's if they post the scores like they did last time."
    " That's true. It's a tragic risk."
    I laughed dryly. "Tragic indeed Mr… What the hell is your last name Steve? I growled and leaned against the wall. Mother fuck I was just making progress with her."
    " Burns. It's Burns. Lucian, this is bad," Steve whispered. "She's getting texts?"
    " Oh yeah, she's getting all the amazing sexts. Which ought to get real interesting when her partner becomes her enemy. She'll rip my balls off!"
    " Then you have to decide," Steve said matter-of-factly, "what is more important. And try to find a happy medium."
    I nodded, despera te for some kind of assurance only to come up with a desperate blank. "Jesus Christ. Okay, I'm coming." Her assignment would have to wait a bit.
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    I watched Lucian walk back to the car,