Chaos Demon. I'll take a shower and get cleaned up.”
“Mmmm.” He caressed the underside of her breasts. “That sounds good. I'll take care of demon boy and join you. We can finish our talk later.” His eyes glowed with sheer lust as he reluctantly let her go to deal with business.
Chapter Five
The hot water sluicing over her started to run cool. She'd lost track of how much time she'd been waiting, but since a cold shower was not her idea of a good time, it was time to get out. Drake must have gotten caught up in some work crisis he couldn't get out of.
Melody twisted the lever off and exited the shower, grabbing one of the bath sheets to dry off. She'd spent enough time lavishing herself with sex and love, but now she needed to focus on her task at hand. Today was the thirty-first of October. Her deadline. One Harold had been kind enough to remind her of in person. She stuck her tongue out at herself in the mirror. Her boss was one giant pain in the ass.
She rummaged around Drake's room for her clothes, dressing and repairing as she went along. They looked a bit worse for wear, but she was headed straight home, so she'd get over it. She needed a new killer outfit and a plan. With tonight being Halloween, she wouldn't have any trouble finding a few more sorry souls to meet her deadline. Although the thought of having sex with anyone other than Drake turned her stomach.
Yep, I've got it bad . So much for the sex-starved demon persona. She would need a different approach. Hmm. Maybe a dominatrix. That could be interesting.
Melody giggled as she reached for the door and walked into the outer office.
“Boss, what are you going to do about Melody? For this to work, she'll have to be destroyed, or at the very least suffer in flames for eternity. Is this all part of the plan? Get her defenses down so she's easy prey?”
Melody twisted and turned, looking for the source of the voice she'd heard. No one was in the room with her, but she did notice Drake and another man she didn't recognize on one of the video monitors. She moved closer, realizing the conversation was coming from a speaker on the desk. Drake's back was to the monitor, so she couldn't see his expression.
“Watch yourself.” Drake's voice was low and menacing. “I'm perfectly aware what needs to be done.”
“Hey, boss, I'm just saying. We've all been waiting a long time to take down Harold and get back home.”
“You've been saying entirely too much lately. I suggest you worry about yourself and let me take care of the girl.” Drake ran his hands roughly through his hair, tension visible in the rigid line of tendons at his neck.
Set up.
Betrayed again.
Her head spun out of control. How could she have been so stupid?
“It's too bad you had to hear that.” Melody swiveled around to see a huge green, horned demon standing behind her. Beside the horns and the puke green skin, he looked like any other human man who overdosed on steroids.
Holy crap . Muscles bulged in every spot imaginable. Even that one. She glanced toward the door, calculating escape, when he advanced toward her, effectively cutting her off from the exit.
Shit.
“Hear what?” She did her best to appear aloof despite the fear gripping her insides.
“Do I look that stupid?” He sneered down at her.
“Well, now that—” He cocked his eyebrow, contorting his face into the visage of a nightmare.
He paced forward, forcing her to take steps back until her butt hit the desk in front of the bank of video monitors. He raised his hand and Melody quickly tried to process an escape scenario. He didn't strike her, but instead leaned over her, pressing the black talk button.
“Hey, Drake. I think you'd better come to your office. We have a problem.” Melody breathed in sharply as the demon brushed past her, putting some space between her and the door.
This might be my only chance.
She sprinted by the demon, hoping for a little luck. He grabbed at her, only catching the
“Mmmm.” He caressed the underside of her breasts. “That sounds good. I'll take care of demon boy and join you. We can finish our talk later.” His eyes glowed with sheer lust as he reluctantly let her go to deal with business.
Chapter Five
The hot water sluicing over her started to run cool. She'd lost track of how much time she'd been waiting, but since a cold shower was not her idea of a good time, it was time to get out. Drake must have gotten caught up in some work crisis he couldn't get out of.
Melody twisted the lever off and exited the shower, grabbing one of the bath sheets to dry off. She'd spent enough time lavishing herself with sex and love, but now she needed to focus on her task at hand. Today was the thirty-first of October. Her deadline. One Harold had been kind enough to remind her of in person. She stuck her tongue out at herself in the mirror. Her boss was one giant pain in the ass.
She rummaged around Drake's room for her clothes, dressing and repairing as she went along. They looked a bit worse for wear, but she was headed straight home, so she'd get over it. She needed a new killer outfit and a plan. With tonight being Halloween, she wouldn't have any trouble finding a few more sorry souls to meet her deadline. Although the thought of having sex with anyone other than Drake turned her stomach.
Yep, I've got it bad . So much for the sex-starved demon persona. She would need a different approach. Hmm. Maybe a dominatrix. That could be interesting.
Melody giggled as she reached for the door and walked into the outer office.
“Boss, what are you going to do about Melody? For this to work, she'll have to be destroyed, or at the very least suffer in flames for eternity. Is this all part of the plan? Get her defenses down so she's easy prey?”
Melody twisted and turned, looking for the source of the voice she'd heard. No one was in the room with her, but she did notice Drake and another man she didn't recognize on one of the video monitors. She moved closer, realizing the conversation was coming from a speaker on the desk. Drake's back was to the monitor, so she couldn't see his expression.
“Watch yourself.” Drake's voice was low and menacing. “I'm perfectly aware what needs to be done.”
“Hey, boss, I'm just saying. We've all been waiting a long time to take down Harold and get back home.”
“You've been saying entirely too much lately. I suggest you worry about yourself and let me take care of the girl.” Drake ran his hands roughly through his hair, tension visible in the rigid line of tendons at his neck.
Set up.
Betrayed again.
Her head spun out of control. How could she have been so stupid?
“It's too bad you had to hear that.” Melody swiveled around to see a huge green, horned demon standing behind her. Beside the horns and the puke green skin, he looked like any other human man who overdosed on steroids.
Holy crap . Muscles bulged in every spot imaginable. Even that one. She glanced toward the door, calculating escape, when he advanced toward her, effectively cutting her off from the exit.
Shit.
“Hear what?” She did her best to appear aloof despite the fear gripping her insides.
“Do I look that stupid?” He sneered down at her.
“Well, now that—” He cocked his eyebrow, contorting his face into the visage of a nightmare.
He paced forward, forcing her to take steps back until her butt hit the desk in front of the bank of video monitors. He raised his hand and Melody quickly tried to process an escape scenario. He didn't strike her, but instead leaned over her, pressing the black talk button.
“Hey, Drake. I think you'd better come to your office. We have a problem.” Melody breathed in sharply as the demon brushed past her, putting some space between her and the door.
This might be my only chance.
She sprinted by the demon, hoping for a little luck. He grabbed at her, only catching the
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