See You in Hell (Mel Goes to Hell Series Book 2) by Demelza Carlton Read Free Book Online Page A

got to be the most unusual angel I've ever met." He eyed her hands warily. "If I can't drag you, I guess I'll have to appeal to your sense of charity."
    Mel stared at him. Demons didn't support charity.
    "You know how wonderful the coffee here is?" he began. Mel smiled and nodded. "Alright, we actually have better coffee in Hell. The instant stuff here is part of some government contract that doesn't expire for another three years, so we can't get out of it. But the German Beer Café up the road is hosting a huge Melbourne Cup lunch and we've all bought tickets. There are all sorts of giveaways, including a brand-new coffee machine – one that uses those little capsule things. We figure that the more of us who go, the better our chance of winning one and we'll pay whoever wins a share of what the machine is worth to use it, so we aren't drinking shit any more."
    "Then good luck. I hope you get it," Mel replied. She turned her eyes back to her computer screen.
    "We won't unless you come," he said bluntly. "We only go into the draw if our table has at least ten people and we're nine without you."
    Mel sighed. "So I have to come to save you from bad coffee?" Her fingers skipped across the keyboard, locking access to her computer. Swinging her access pass lanyard down from the shelf, Mel said, "There's a story in the making – an angel saving a demon. If it were more interesting, maybe someone might write a book about it one day. Ah, the coffee would have to be pretty foul to be worth sticking in a story."
    Grabbing her mug, she downed the dregs of cold coffee, almost choking as the sludge hit her tongue. "Honestly, I think this stuff could have come from the sewers in Hell. Not even the damned deserve to drink this. Let's go."

    "Great! You brought her. Now we're ten and we're going to win that coffee machine." Gerry waved the hostess over. "Table for ten from HELL Corporation, please." He turned to Mel and Merih. "We've all ordered. Tell the girl at the counter what you want and don't forget to enter the sweep!"
    The others trooped off in the hostess' wake as Merih stepped up to the register. "I'll have a jug of the darkest house beer you have and…how does the food work?"
    The harassed-looking woman at the register eyed the queue behind them. "If you're on a company table, then it's twenty dollars a head for food, and drinks are extra," she said. "How many horses do you want in the sweep? Just one?"
    "Sounds good to me," Merih replied, handing over his credit card.
    The woman processed his payment and held out a basket full of folded paper slips. "Pick your horse," she said.
    Merih dipped his hand into the basket, his nails scraping against the bottom, and pulled out a slip. "Red Cadeaux!" he announced, then frowned. "Never heard of it."
    "And you, miss?" the woman asked, looking expectantly at Mel.
    "Oh, just a glass of your lightest wheat beer – the Weihenstephaner, please. I'm on the same corporate table and…I need a horse, right?"
    "You don't have to," Merih jumped in, looking worried. "It's not like you need to gamble if you don't want to."
    "You can't enjoy the Melbourne Cup properly without one," the woman said, giving Merih a dirty look. "It's dull if you're not screaming for your horse for that last lap of the race."
    Mel laughed. "I'll take the lunch, the beer and the horse, please. I wouldn't want to miss an opportunity to do a bit of screaming." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Merih blush as red as the Beck's shield on the wall behind him. She handed over her money.
    "I hope you pick a winner, then," the woman said, offering the basket.
    Mel shrugged. "Green Moon will win, but it's about enjoying the race, so I'll take…" She selected a slip. "…Lights of Heaven. That's a well-named horse for me."
    "You never know. It's the Melbourne Cup. Any horse could win," the woman said.
    Mel just smiled and followed Merih to the crowded table where their colleagues sat, already munching on the first round of