Page 34 of My Blind Date is a Demon

“Sure,” he says. “Just waiting for that drink.”

“Here you go,” Rachel says, breezing up to us and setting our drinks down. We both drink eagerly, as if we are completely parched. “Whoa, slow down, you have the whole night.”

“Oh, I can’t stay too late,” I say. “Gotta get home to Bella.”

“She’s with Beverly, right? I’m sure she’s fine. What do you want to eat?”

I haven’t even looked at the menu yet. Damon orders the spareribs and I just ask for whatever the special of the day is. As soon as she is gone, I go back to my drink.

“Well, it could be worse,” Damon finally says.

“What do you mean?”

“Come on,” he says, some of his swagger coming back. “You can’t say you haven’t enjoyed at least some of our time together. As far as possessions go, you could have done a lot worse.”

I give him a small smile. “Well, I guess that’s true. But, come on, admit it. You shouldn’t be here. I don’t deserve to be possessed and tortured.”

“I don’t know. You haven’t experienced my brand of torture yet.”

“And I’m glad I never will.”

“I don’t know. Things have a way of working out.”

“What, are you still hoping you’ll get your chance?”

“I’m just saying, our adventure isn’t over yet. Let’s just wait and see what happens next.”

CHAPTER 12

“So, what’s it like being a demon?” I ask Damon after Rachel brings me my second drink.

“It’s great for the most part,” he says. “I can go where I want, when I want, and do what I want. Until I get an assignment from the Dark Lord. Then I might be busy for a while.”

“How come we’ve never seen demons around here before?” I ask. “I mean, all manner of supernatural creatures call Mystic Cove home. Why haven’t you or others of your kind been spotted around here?”

“As I said, I know Mystic Cove well. I’ve been around a lot. I just didn’t look like this. We can change our appearance at will.”

“What made you choose this visage?”

“This is closest to my natural form,” he says. “Since your daughter captured me, there was no reason to pretend I was something I wasn’t. So, I decided to be myself. Almost.”

“Almost?” I notice that my second drink is almost gone. I need to slow down. I don’t have much tolerance for alcohol since I don’t go out as much as I did in my pre-kid days. I take a drink of water.

“Let’s just say that classic depictions of demons aren’t that far off.”

That makes me snort a laugh. “What? Little red goblins with spikey tails and pitchforks?”

A long, black, spiked tail materializes behind Damon. “Something like that.”

I almost choke on my saliva as my mind goes to naughty places imagining what Damon could do with that tail. In my inebriated state, I’d probably faint if all he did was stroke my leg with it. Wow, maybe I have been single for too long. Well, I still can’t see myself getting into anything serious any time soon. But just…maybe a fling now and then wouldn’t hurt. I can’t believe I’m even thinking such things. But then again, I’ve never been attracted to anyone as much as I am to Damon since Mark died. I can’t believe I just admitted that to myself. I’m attracted to Damon. But then again, considering how all the other women he’s been around have been acting, most women find him attractive. He’s the quintessential tall, dark, and handsome stranger we all say we want.

“Are you all right?” Damon asks, a playful smirk on his lips.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“You look like you are about to pass out.”

I realize that I am leaning a bit too hard on my hand, my eyelids a little too heavy. I take a breath and sit up straight. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a night out with free rein on drinks.”

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