Dancing With the Devil (The Devil #2) by Heather C. Myers Page B
Authors: Heather C. Myers
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didn’t want to think about anything, and with that, he opened the door and walked inside.
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Harleen had been lounging in bed, staring up at the ceiling for the past hour and a half thinking about absolutely nothing. Her body was numb, but with each passing moment, more and more thoughts believed it to be safe to flitter through her consciousness. She thought of school, wondering what literature Mrs. King assigned. She thought of Rosco, wondering if he was worried about her, if he even missed her, or if he was upset when he realized that not only had she disappeared, but Andrew had too. She thought of her uncle, wondering if he knew exactly where she was, wondering if he regretted selling her soul or if he spent his money as though it was going out of style. And finally, she thought of Andrew, and how particularly good looking he was, and how she was beginning to like him, whether she wanted to admit it or not.
And not just like him, but like him. It was hard not to fall for someone who cared about her well being, who treated her like an equal, who was devilishly handsome (quite literally, in fact). Speaking of Andrew, she wondered where he was. Yes, she wanted to be alone, but now more than ever, she wanted his arms wrapped around her with the promise that everything was going to be okay. When Andrew was around, Harleen felt safe, and though she could take care of herself to a certain extent, she couldn’t help but revel in the comfort Andrew’s presence gave her.
At that moment, the door opened and Sean walked in, carrying in a tray of food that Harleen’s stomach couldn’t resist. When Harleen saw him, she sat up and threw her legs over the bed before standing and heading over to Sean.
“How are you, Your Highness?” Sean asked as he set the tray down on the small dining table located in the pocket of the bedroom.
“Sean, you know you can call me Harleen,” she told him sincerely, a teasing smile touching her lips. “And I’m fine. I mean, I was scared – I am still kind of scared – but it’s okay. Nothing happened to me.” She crossed her arms over her chest, choosing to look at the food rather than at Sean. “I was hoping you might be able to tell me where Andrew is. I’ve been looking for him, but…” She shrugged her shoulders. “That’s a lie. I’ve been here the whole time, but I want to talk to him.” She shifted her eyes to look back at Sean, hoping he’d be able to help her.
Sean opened his mouth before cutting himself off and looking away. “I have no idea where he might be, Harleen,” he said before standing up straight. “Now, if there’s anything else I can get you, just let me know” -
“You’re lying to me Sean,” Harleen said, surprised at such a revelation. “You know where Andrew is. Can’t you tell me where he is?”
“I can’t,” Sean said, before gesturing at the food. “Now, again, if you need anything” -
“Sean,” Harleen said, her voice firm. “I need to talk to my husband.” Yes, she had just called him her husband; desperate times called for desperate measures. “And since you know where he is, I need you to tell me. So I can talk to him.” Sean looked like he was going to protest, but Harleen cut him off by adding a soft, “Please.”
Sean sighed through his nose, finally relenting. Maybe it was a good thing he was going to tell Harleen where Andrew was; Andrew was a married man now, and he needed to step up and take some form of responsibility. When things got rough, he couldn’t just hide at one of those places, or his marriage would surely fall apart. “A gentleman’s club,” he finally said, avoiding Harleen’s eyes. “I don’t know which one.”
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This wasn’t helping like it used to. Sure, he watched the women as they moved sensually to the music, rocking their hips back and forth, up and down. A
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Harleen had been lounging in bed, staring up at the ceiling for the past hour and a half thinking about absolutely nothing. Her body was numb, but with each passing moment, more and more thoughts believed it to be safe to flitter through her consciousness. She thought of school, wondering what literature Mrs. King assigned. She thought of Rosco, wondering if he was worried about her, if he even missed her, or if he was upset when he realized that not only had she disappeared, but Andrew had too. She thought of her uncle, wondering if he knew exactly where she was, wondering if he regretted selling her soul or if he spent his money as though it was going out of style. And finally, she thought of Andrew, and how particularly good looking he was, and how she was beginning to like him, whether she wanted to admit it or not.
And not just like him, but like him. It was hard not to fall for someone who cared about her well being, who treated her like an equal, who was devilishly handsome (quite literally, in fact). Speaking of Andrew, she wondered where he was. Yes, she wanted to be alone, but now more than ever, she wanted his arms wrapped around her with the promise that everything was going to be okay. When Andrew was around, Harleen felt safe, and though she could take care of herself to a certain extent, she couldn’t help but revel in the comfort Andrew’s presence gave her.
At that moment, the door opened and Sean walked in, carrying in a tray of food that Harleen’s stomach couldn’t resist. When Harleen saw him, she sat up and threw her legs over the bed before standing and heading over to Sean.
“How are you, Your Highness?” Sean asked as he set the tray down on the small dining table located in the pocket of the bedroom.
“Sean, you know you can call me Harleen,” she told him sincerely, a teasing smile touching her lips. “And I’m fine. I mean, I was scared – I am still kind of scared – but it’s okay. Nothing happened to me.” She crossed her arms over her chest, choosing to look at the food rather than at Sean. “I was hoping you might be able to tell me where Andrew is. I’ve been looking for him, but…” She shrugged her shoulders. “That’s a lie. I’ve been here the whole time, but I want to talk to him.” She shifted her eyes to look back at Sean, hoping he’d be able to help her.
Sean opened his mouth before cutting himself off and looking away. “I have no idea where he might be, Harleen,” he said before standing up straight. “Now, if there’s anything else I can get you, just let me know” -
“You’re lying to me Sean,” Harleen said, surprised at such a revelation. “You know where Andrew is. Can’t you tell me where he is?”
“I can’t,” Sean said, before gesturing at the food. “Now, again, if you need anything” -
“Sean,” Harleen said, her voice firm. “I need to talk to my husband.” Yes, she had just called him her husband; desperate times called for desperate measures. “And since you know where he is, I need you to tell me. So I can talk to him.” Sean looked like he was going to protest, but Harleen cut him off by adding a soft, “Please.”
Sean sighed through his nose, finally relenting. Maybe it was a good thing he was going to tell Harleen where Andrew was; Andrew was a married man now, and he needed to step up and take some form of responsibility. When things got rough, he couldn’t just hide at one of those places, or his marriage would surely fall apart. “A gentleman’s club,” he finally said, avoiding Harleen’s eyes. “I don’t know which one.”
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This wasn’t helping like it used to. Sure, he watched the women as they moved sensually to the music, rocking their hips back and forth, up and down. A
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