The Devil's in the Details by Kimberly Raye Read Free Book Online

week-long shopping trip. Her mother doesn’t know about me, so I needed to get lost for a little while.” He collapsed on the sofa. “I had Syra drop me off on her way to the Big Apple. Told her I was going to hang out with some old college friends.” Syra wasn’t privy to Gio’s demon status. “I’m staying at the Hilton.”
    “Shouldn’t you be conserving your energy instead of popping in?”
    “I couldn’t get a cab. There’s a dental convention going on downtown.”
    “Syra still marrying the prince?” I sank down next to him.
    “Technically, yes. But I’ve just about got her where I want her. She’s
this
close to calling it off.” A strange glimmer of unease flitted across his face, and I had the fleeting thought that he wasn’t half as sure as he wanted to be. “She just hasn’t figured out how to break the news. A few more nights like last night, however”—theexpression faded into a knowing grin—“and she’ll be updating her status on her Facebook page.”
    “Don’t you think you should have changed before getting off the plane?” I blurted, desperately trying to divert his attention from the lavish wedding blazing across the screen and the fact that I was watching said wedding instead of the latest
Guys Gone Wild
video. “You look like Johnny Depp.”
    He shrugged. “Syra wanted to play a mile-high version of
Pirates of the Caribbean
. Listen, I’m glad I caught you off duty. I really need to talk.”
    Talk
was incubus code for
I want to jump your bones so that I can perfect my bone-jumping technique
.
    A sexy vision rushed into my head and I saw myself stretched out on the sofa, a man leaning over me, touching me, wowing me. A man with short, dark hair and piercing green eyes.
    A man who looked a lot more like Cutter Owens than like the hot demon standing in front of me.
    Uh-oh.
    “Off duty? Me?” I bolted to my feet. “I’m not off duty. I’m just getting started.” When his gaze swept me from head to toe, drinking in my sweats, I added, “He’s into Hello Kitty. My date, that is. He’s a huge collector. He’s got the Hello Kitty popcorn machine, the waffle maker, phone case, screen saver—you name it. And you know me, I aim to please. Speaking of which”—I did an exaggerated neck roll as if I were about to climb into a WWE ring—“I hate to cut our reunion short, but he’ll be here any minute and I’d like to get some stretching in first. He likes his women flexible.”
    Gio gave me a hurt look, and I fought down a pang of guilt. As much as I hated lying, I knew I had no choice. Friend or not, he was still a demon, and therefore unlikely to understand me wanting to find my One and Only. Even if he did, I still couldn’t risk him mentioning it to any of his incubus buddies. My mother was goingto find out the truth soon enough, and I was determined to get myself into her good graces before then. “If he sees you here, he’s liable to run the other way, and I can’t risk that. I’ve been working on this guy
forever
.” I motioned toward the door. “You should go.”
    “But I really want to talk.”
    Um, yeah.
    “I’ll call you,” I heard myself say as I grabbed his arm and hauled him off the couch.
    “But I want to talk face-to-face,” he protested as I pushed him toward the door.
    “We’ll do it face-to-face.” I yanked open the door and nudged him out onto the front porch. “We’ll do it missionary and doggie and any other way you want to do it.”
Not.
While I didn’t want to mess up my karma with a lie, my back was flat against the wall. Better to tell a teeny tiny fib than rip off my clothes and screw things up in a major way. “We just can’t do it right now.” I slammed the door shut in his face.
    I wasn’t going to sleep with Gio.
    And I certainly wasn’t going to sleep with Cutter Owens. I wanted more than sex from a man.
    My head knew that, but damned if my body had gotten the message just yet.
    I waited, my heart beating a frantic