An Angel on A Demon's Shoulder (A BBW Paranormal Romance) (Demon Brothers' Trilogy Book 3) by Marie Mason Page B

with you?”
    “No.” Both he and Clementine answered as one, which just made both his parents smile.
    “What were you thinking, sweetheart?” Ravjeer knew exactly what she was trying to do—get their stubborn headed son to admit he had feelings for the pretty little angel by his side.
    “Well, if Remington is going to go out and try to scare up the dark fae, wouldn’t it make sense that the dark fae would be more likely to make an appearance if say, Clementine was out on a date with another man?”
    “No. He’s after both of you because of his children. Not because Clementine broke his heart.” Remington appeared upset, which was just fine with his parents. He needed to have his world rocked.
    Rachel shook her head. “No. He was already showing signs of being obsessed with Clementine before she discovered what he was doing with his children.”
    Remington turned to Clementine, anger boiling inside him. Why hadn’t she told him? That made a big fucking difference. “Is that true?”
    “No,” she denied. “Your mother is exaggerating—”
    “—the fact that he sent you two dozen black roses, and you found a box of dead butterflies in your mailbox, is not exaggerating, my dear.”
    A silence fell over the group. Clementine could tell that what his mother had said had upset Remington. She touched his arm. “It didn’t mean anything.”
    “It meant something, Clementine, or he wouldn’t have done it.” He looked down at her with fire and worry in his eyes. She knew he wouldn’t let the dark fae harm her, but something else in his eyes scared her just the same.
    “I really hate to ask this, but I’d appreciate it if you could help Remington wrap this up quickly, Clementine. It worries me that this man is still after both of you.” Ravjeer put his arm around Rachel’s shoulder and pulled her close again, a look of worry Remington had rarely seen, shrouding his face.
    “Of course. What do you suggest we do?”
    Remington huffed. “I guess I have no say in this, do I?”
    “Don’t you want to catch the man, dear?”
    Well, shit, Remington thought. If he didn’t agree with the plan, it would look like he didn’t care about Clementine. And if he did agree, he’d be putting Clementi smack dab in the middle of who knew what.
    He narrowed his eyes and looked at both his parents. “Are you sure you’re not still working for Luc?”
    His parents laughed but didn’t answer. He finally accepted the fact that he had been outmaneuvered.
    ~*~
    Clementine shook with excitement as she got ready to go out with Remington. Oh, she knew it wasn’t really a date, but she was excited anyway. Remington had brought her back to her apartment in heaven as his mother had requested. She’d debated about getting an apartment on earth before Rachel had moved there but had decided against it. Not with Remington making his main residence there. She’d needed the distance between them.
    At the apartment, she’d quickly gathered the things she’d need for tonight and tomorrow. After tonight, she knew her time with Remington would be over. One way or the other. Either the danger from dark fae would be a thing of the past or Clementine would have gotten her wish—a night in Remington’s bed. Either way, life would be back to normal. Because she was pretty sure if she and Remington did hook up for the night, that would be it. The end. He was not a demon who took a woman to his bed twice.
    Smoothing her hands down the sides of her body, she smiled at the feel of the cool satin as it clung to her curves. It was a marvelous fabric. Satin on the outside, neoprene or some other body shaping material beneath it. It had a built-bra that kept her breasts high and tight. The martial flattened her stomach as nothing else ever had, giving her waist a much-needed nip that made her hips flare out.
    She wore black lacy boy shorts, and her legs were covered by sheer, thigh high stockings. She wore black shiny high heels, but not too high.