Lucifer’s Daughter(14)

I guess I"d just have to hope he"d show up again, which gave me problem number two. As soon as Auric showed up, Daddy"s spies would run right back to the pit and tell him. Damn. I"d be flaunting my disobedience if I flirted openly, which usually meant a pat on the back; but his threat of grounding me in Hell gave me pause.

How to work around this dilemma? Perhaps I could give Auric the cold shoulder. Play hard to get. Make Auric think I was still pissed about last night–which I was. Then my dad"s spies could report my obedient behavior, and I"d force Auric to do something drastic. Something romantic, or maybe even chivalrous.

I shivered deliciously. Oh, to feel his big hands on my body again. This time, with uninterrupted sexual intent. I wouldn"t mind getting the full version of the kiss, too, that had been so rudely cut short. I had a feeling the chemistry between us would be explosive.

With that thought in mind, I dressed for the night"s work. Cropped midriff top in crimson; black yoga pants which hung low on my hips, not to mention molded my ass and thighs obscenely. To top it off, calf high black suede boots with fringe on the back. Looking in the mirror, I decided against the bra and shrugged it off. I looked approvingly in the mirror as the nubs of my nipples hardened against the fabric and protruded enticingly.

Being a virgin didn"t mean I didn"t know how to dress like a tart; after all, when almost all the succubi in the world were related to me, I tended to learn a thing or two about fashion. I also intended to make sure I had Auric"s undivided attention tonight; no more ditching me for his bros. I freely admitted to being selfish–I wanted it to be all about me.

I brushed my long chestnut hair „til it crackled and floated about me--I"d been blessed with a great head of hair. A light coat of makeup–a touch of eye liner, a stroke of mascara, and a wet-looking lip gloss completed the look.

Grabbing my leather jacket this time, I headed for work, and hopefully an encounter with my new wet fantasy.



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I couldn"t have timed it better if I"d planned to. I"d just bent over to pick up a napkin that fluttered to the floor when he walked in. How did I know? Call it instinct–call it hormones. I didn"t care; all I knew was my ass, which had been described as perfectly heart shaped by more than one drunken supernatural, was sticking up in the air when he arrived. I could see his black boots approach between my legs and stop a few feet behind me. Not one to waste an advantage, I gave my butt a little shake before I straightened up, my hair swinging in an arc to settle in organized disarray–not an easy look to achieve. I whirled to see him looking as gorgeous as I remembered, but instead of saying „hi," I just gave him a cool smile and went around him to take up my spot behind the bar. The jerk, of course, acted just as aloof and followed his buddies to a table in the back. He then signaled for Trixie, tonight"s waitress, to serve them.

Two could play at this game. I ignored him hard, refusing to look over at his table, but meanwhile making sure I posed at my best. Leaning low over the bar to wipe it down. Flinging my hair whenever I bent down to grab something. Hell, I even climbed my three-step stool and shook my ass while scrubbing the mirror behind the bar, which hadn"t been cleaned since my last temper tantrum.

But the cad stayed at his table; and the few times I glanced over, while I noticed his companions seemed to be watching me with interest, Auric didn"t seem to be noticing me at all.

Fuming–and astonished–I handed the bar over to Perry, my Friday night muscle, and flounced off to my office in the back to work on the accounts–AKA pout.

When the knock sounded, I assumed it was Trixie with another boyfriend problem. I shouted out a “come in,” while still chewing the stub of my pencil. Math and I did not get along, as proven by the numbers in front of me that refused to add up.

The sharp scent of cologne and leather permeated my space and invaded my senses. Startled, I looked up to see Auric smiling enigmatically at me. My beating heart sped up.

“Nice office,” he said.



“What do you want?” I said, more sharply than intended; I was still miffed he"d ignored me earlier, never mind that I"d started it.

“When can you leave?” he asked, ignoring my question.

“Anytime, since there"s a full staff tonight. Why?” I answered without thinking. His very masculine presence in the confines of my office seemed to be doing weird things to my mental state and libido. Kind of like a sexual stimulant that had the hormones in my body hopping up and down screaming, “Take me.”

“Good. We"re going to dinner now.” He said this as if there was no doubt as to my answer.