“I’m sorry my friend’s being rude. Why not come in and help us tidy up?”
Rafe shrugged and skimmed his fingers through his silky mane. “Your friend hasn’t invited me in. I can’t enter until welcome.”
“You came into my shop earlier.” Lucy arched a brow. “How do you explain that?”
Rafe threw back his head in a throaty roar of laughter that sent her heart fluttering. That homophobic, pheromone-inducing bastard. “Your sign said, ‘Open. Come on in.’” His eyes flickered. “Then you ordered me to leave.”
“What are you? A vampire?” Lucy asked as she pulled a broom from the closet. Then again, with the amount of glass on the floor, she doubted ten brooms would help. At Rafe’s lack of answer, she sucked in a deep breath. “Fine, come on in. How’s that, big guy?”
Serah paced the shop, mumbling beneath her breath. “This is terrible. What are you going to do?”
Truth be told, she had no idea. And even scarier, she didn’t care. Her dream lay in front of her, in a pile of glass and a giant ocean upon the floor. “Yeah, sucks, doesn’t it?”
Serah grabbed her by the shoulders. “Don’t you care?”
“Do not touch her,” Rafe ordered. He leapt in the air and pulled Serah away. “You need to ask her permission.”
What was the deal with asking permission? “She’s my friend, that’s permission enough.”
“Very well,” Rafe said. “But heed my warning for future reference. A mortal may never touch a demon without permission.”
Not this again. “Not you too! How in the hell can I be a demon? I have two very mortal parents.”
“Succubus,” Rafe mumbled with a shake of his head.
“Suck a what?” Serah asked, interrupting the not-so-private conversation.
Rafe grabbed Lucy and turned her head to face him. “You’re a succubus. A sex demon.”
Yeah right! Because she was just screaming sex. “And I bet you’re the pope come to save me from eternal damnation?”
Rafe pulled her closer, their lips inches apart. His breath danced along her lips and she ached to kiss him. Absolutely nuts!
His eyes glowed hot and angry, leaving her hungry. “We have serious problems, succubus, so I wouldn’t joke.” He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger and inched her head up. The action, even though forceful, held gentle care. His gaze smoldered like hot embers. Lucy’s body quivered with need.
“I am not a succubus, demon, or whatever. Do I look like I’m seeping sexual energy?” But he certainly seeped plenty of it.
Rafe’s breath teased her cheek. “Your energy was latent. Opening the chest has changed that.” His lips remained centimeters from hers. Kiss me, her mind urged. What the heck?
“I know what you’re trying to do, my dear Lucia. It won’t work. It only works on humans.” He ripped himself away and turned his back to her.
Lucy exhaled a deep breath. “Oh, so you’re a demon, too?” She turned to her friend who stood still, broom in hand. “Hey, Serah, do you believe this?”
“I don’t know,” she replied as she swept up the shards of glass with her own broom. “You obviously have some powers. How do you explain what happened?” She gave Rafe a once-over. “So are you going to introduce me or what?”
Lucy sighed. “My bad. Mr. Rafael Deleon, meet my friend Serah SanGermano.”
The wannabe demon bowed. “Call me Rafe.”
Serah nodded and extended her hand in greeting. “Nice to meet you.”
He took her hand in a hearty shake. “I wish your friend here were more accepting of her condition, as you are.”
“So say I am in fact a demon,” Lucy countered. “What’ll happen to me?”
Rafe crossed his arms. “You’ll need to feed… soon.”
“I suppose since I am a suck-you-whatever, I need to suck someone’s blood?” She turned to Serah and smiled. “Give me your wrist, baby.”
Rafe rolled his eyes. “Your humor does little to help the situation. A succubus feeds on the sexual energy of men.”
“Sounds
Rafe shrugged and skimmed his fingers through his silky mane. “Your friend hasn’t invited me in. I can’t enter until welcome.”
“You came into my shop earlier.” Lucy arched a brow. “How do you explain that?”
Rafe threw back his head in a throaty roar of laughter that sent her heart fluttering. That homophobic, pheromone-inducing bastard. “Your sign said, ‘Open. Come on in.’” His eyes flickered. “Then you ordered me to leave.”
“What are you? A vampire?” Lucy asked as she pulled a broom from the closet. Then again, with the amount of glass on the floor, she doubted ten brooms would help. At Rafe’s lack of answer, she sucked in a deep breath. “Fine, come on in. How’s that, big guy?”
Serah paced the shop, mumbling beneath her breath. “This is terrible. What are you going to do?”
Truth be told, she had no idea. And even scarier, she didn’t care. Her dream lay in front of her, in a pile of glass and a giant ocean upon the floor. “Yeah, sucks, doesn’t it?”
Serah grabbed her by the shoulders. “Don’t you care?”
“Do not touch her,” Rafe ordered. He leapt in the air and pulled Serah away. “You need to ask her permission.”
What was the deal with asking permission? “She’s my friend, that’s permission enough.”
“Very well,” Rafe said. “But heed my warning for future reference. A mortal may never touch a demon without permission.”
Not this again. “Not you too! How in the hell can I be a demon? I have two very mortal parents.”
“Succubus,” Rafe mumbled with a shake of his head.
“Suck a what?” Serah asked, interrupting the not-so-private conversation.
Rafe grabbed Lucy and turned her head to face him. “You’re a succubus. A sex demon.”
Yeah right! Because she was just screaming sex. “And I bet you’re the pope come to save me from eternal damnation?”
Rafe pulled her closer, their lips inches apart. His breath danced along her lips and she ached to kiss him. Absolutely nuts!
His eyes glowed hot and angry, leaving her hungry. “We have serious problems, succubus, so I wouldn’t joke.” He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger and inched her head up. The action, even though forceful, held gentle care. His gaze smoldered like hot embers. Lucy’s body quivered with need.
“I am not a succubus, demon, or whatever. Do I look like I’m seeping sexual energy?” But he certainly seeped plenty of it.
Rafe’s breath teased her cheek. “Your energy was latent. Opening the chest has changed that.” His lips remained centimeters from hers. Kiss me, her mind urged. What the heck?
“I know what you’re trying to do, my dear Lucia. It won’t work. It only works on humans.” He ripped himself away and turned his back to her.
Lucy exhaled a deep breath. “Oh, so you’re a demon, too?” She turned to her friend who stood still, broom in hand. “Hey, Serah, do you believe this?”
“I don’t know,” she replied as she swept up the shards of glass with her own broom. “You obviously have some powers. How do you explain what happened?” She gave Rafe a once-over. “So are you going to introduce me or what?”
Lucy sighed. “My bad. Mr. Rafael Deleon, meet my friend Serah SanGermano.”
The wannabe demon bowed. “Call me Rafe.”
Serah nodded and extended her hand in greeting. “Nice to meet you.”
He took her hand in a hearty shake. “I wish your friend here were more accepting of her condition, as you are.”
“So say I am in fact a demon,” Lucy countered. “What’ll happen to me?”
Rafe crossed his arms. “You’ll need to feed… soon.”
“I suppose since I am a suck-you-whatever, I need to suck someone’s blood?” She turned to Serah and smiled. “Give me your wrist, baby.”
Rafe rolled his eyes. “Your humor does little to help the situation. A succubus feeds on the sexual energy of men.”
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