Page 23 of My Blind Date is a Demon

“Wait, no, seriously! Do you finally have a boyfriend? Girl, it’s about time!”

I sigh. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Is he like a cousin or something? Because if he’s off limits for you, can you give him my number?”

I feel a sudden flash of heat in my cheeks. Obviously, I don’t want to send a demon after my friend. But…is that all? Am I feeling protective of Jane…or of Damon?

“You live in Wyoming,” I say.

“Hey, long-distance relationships are a thing. And for a man like that, I might just pack up my life and check out your sleepy little town after all. But what were the horns about? Did I call in the middle of a little role-playing session?” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.

I shake my head and laugh, wanting to end this painful conversation. “Umm…no. He’s just super immature. Anyway, I’m pulling up the mockups now…”

I take my headphones off and bang my head on my desk. Jane kept wanting to talk about Damon. The meeting went twice as long as it should have because I kept having to drag her back to the topic at hand. I mean, I guess I could be grateful. I’ll have to charge her for two hours instead of one. But still, I have a million other things to do—and that was before a demon entered my life.

“How did it go?”

I yelp at the sound of Damon’s voice right next to me. “What the… I didn’t hear you come in.”

“What can I say? I’m stealthy.”

“Yeah, okay. What did you do to Jane?”

“I didn’t do anything to her.”

“Yeah, right. What, did you put a spell on her or something?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“She wouldn’t stop talking about you.”

“Oh, well, I can’t help that. It comes with the territory.” He stretches and flexes his arms. Even through his suit, it is clear that he has a fantastic body.

I feel a flutter in the pit of my stomach. A feeling I haven’t had in a very, very long time. I mean, I’ve noticed handsome men since my husband’s death, but the thought of actually getting close to another man usually makes me… Oh, there it is. The nauseous feeling. The fear. The regret. The guilt.

“You are really annoying, you know that?” I walk past him out of my office.

He drops his arms and looks a little crestfallen. “I’m only playing with you, Tamzin.”

“Oh, really?”

“Come on, we are stuck together for the foreseeable future. We should make the most of it, don’t you think?”

“Depends on what you mean by that.”

“At least, you know, come to some sort of a truce.”

I cross my arms and look up at him. His face seems frozen into a smirk. Or is it a smolder? I try to suppress my own smile, but I can’t. I guess he can’t help it. But then, he’s a demon. Can’t he choose his own appearance? Is this how he operates? He gets my guard down and then… I don’t know. Attacks, or whatever? He might not be able to possess me, but that doesn’t mean he can’t torture me and make my life a living hell. Look what he just did with Jane. Sure, Jane found him charming and thought it was funny, but what if that meeting had been with one of my larger, more serious clients?

“A truce with a demon?” I ask, pushing my smile away. “Did you forget why you are here? To torture me?”

“Look, Tamzin—”

“No,” I interrupt. “You look. I don’t trust you. I don’t like you. I don’t want you in my life. I just want to figure out how to get rid of you so I can get my normal life back.” I turn and start to walk away.

“Because your normal life was so great,” he mutters.

“How dare you,” I say, turning back to him. “You don’t know anything about me.”

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