Succubus On Top by Richelle Mead Read Free Book Online

floor. Aubrey watched sharply from a discreet distance, her eyes fixed covetously on a container of green curry. Pad Thai did nothing for her.
    â€œWeird,” I reflected, recalling sleeping in late, Doug’s behavior, and the frenetic pace of early holiday shopping. “Yours?”
    It was clear from his expression he’d been dying to tell me this from the moment he’d cleared my door.
    â€œFantastic. I moved into the house today. You should see the neighborhood. It’s the American Dream and then some. Big appliances. Manicured lawns. Three-car garages.”
    â€œThree cars? Do you even have a car?”
    â€œSure do. Company car.”
    â€œHmphf. No one ever gave me a company car.”
    â€œThat’s because you aren’t on the verge of the Seduction of the Century. I even met her already.”
    â€œDana?”
    â€œFirst day, and she comes to me! Can you believe it? It’s like I don’t even have to do anything. This operation just runs itself. I am its tool. Its plaything even—or rather, Dana’s plaything.”
    â€œI don’t know about that,” I noted dryly, “unless you’re going to add that she jumped on you and ripped your clothes off today too.”
    â€œWell, no. She actually just came by to welcome me to the neighborhood. But, she did also invite me to a party she’s hosting. ‘A Barbecue in November.’ Charming, huh?”
    â€œAdorable. Nothing I love better than eating hot dogs in the cold.”
    He elbowed me. “It’s a theme, Fleur. It’s fun. And it’s all indoors. You know, you’re turning into a regular cynic lately.”
    â€œNot cynical. Just still skeptical of this whole thing. It seems overly elaborate for what it is. A lot of work for one lay.”
    â€œOne lay?” He tsked me and shook his head. “Let me see your laptop.”
    I retrieved it from my bedroom and returned to find Aubrey licking the edges of my plate. I shooed her away and handed Bastien the computer. A few quick clicks, and he soon had the Committee for the Preservation of Family Values’ website open. Dana’s organization. Most of her radio broadcasts were archived and available for download. He picked one, and we finished the rest of our meal to the sound of her rich, melodic voice.
    The first broadcast concerned homosexuality. The CPFV maintained an appearance of sugarcoated goodness, a desire to help people and improve American life. Consequently, because being openly racist or sexist was not good for one’s image anymore, the organization only espoused views slanted in those directions in subtle ways. Blatantly condemning homosexuality, however, was not entirely taboo yet—unfortunately—and the bulk of this broadcast involved Dana oozing on about the importance of “helping” those people to understand the true way both nature and God intended love to be. Toleration of such misguided lifestyles, she claimed, would lead to a breakdown in our families. The children. For God’s sake, think of the children.
    Her next broadcast damned the abominable state of today’s clothing. School uniforms and fashion censoring were the only ways to go. How could we expect young girls to grow up with any self-respect when they walked around dressed like sluts? It led to sexual acts they weren’t ready for, not to mention instilling in them the idea that their value came from appearance, not character.
    I thought of the lacy purple thong I wore under my jeans just then. What was wrong with character and sex appeal?
    The third one we listened to concerned the futility of teaching teenagers about safe sex and contraception. Abstinence training was the way to go. Keep them in pure ignorance. End of story.
    â€œEnough,” I said at that point. Her shallow, prejudiced values cloaked in so-called love and kindness unsettled the food in my stomach.
    Bastien grinned. “Still think