Page 47 of House of Demons and Bones

“Keep going,” Killian called.

I followed his voice and the faint bond between us into a drool-worthy kitchen. My interest sparked—kitchen meant food—but I focused on the owner with his back to me.

His black shirt and jeans radiated power, money, and elegance. Behind the island, he was mixing something, his back muscles flexing. My gaze automatically dropped to his butt.

You should squeeze it. See if it’s as firm as my sugar’s,Sy advised.Let’s bet on it. We’ve never made a bet, but the heirs do it all the time.

Right, they’d once bet on who could get in my pants first and make me give them a blowjob.

Killian got in your pants first, but you haven’t done a good blowjob yet,Sy said.

I rolled my eyes.I’m not a blowjob kind of chick.

I am,Sy said proudly.I’m a professional.

Killian spun around while I ogled his ass. I snapped my gaze up, my face burning in embarrassment.

“I wasn’t looking, in case you’re wondering,” I mumbled. “I was thinking—there’s a lot on my mind lately.”

He smirked.

You shouldn’t distract me, Sy,I said, blaming it all on her.Go slumber.

No way. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.

Then zip it. I don’t want to look stupid again.

You shouldn’t feel embarrassed at appreciating your man’s body,she said.I stare at my sugar’s dick all the time. He loves it.

Killian slid a peach smoothie toward me. The gesture touched me—he remembered my love for peaches.

“No garlic in the mix,” he added.

I blinked. He’d been watching me even after his cold-shoulder act.

“I’m not crazy about garlic either,” I said, sliding onto the seat at the island. “Added it to my diet for a reason.”

These days, I dumped raw garlic into everything. It kept the vampires away—monsters craved my blood. Plus, with all thefights and verbal abuse I dealt with, breathing garlic fumes in my opponents’ faces felt like fair payback.

“Care to elaborate?” he asked.

“Not important.” I waved a hand.

“I want to know everything about you, little scorpion,” he purred.

My face flamed again. My blood raced. I never thought I’d be the awkward one. I fumbled with the smoothie straw, sucking down the drink. Shit, this was good. Who knew Killian could mix drinks?

Reading my expression, he said, “I’m quite good at cooking. Come here again tomorrow, and I’ll cook for you.”

Was he suggesting a date, or would he keep me as his secret lover? A shadow crossed my eyes. I wanted what other girls had, even knowing I couldn’t have it.

I swallowed. The sexual tension between us burned like fuel—one match was all it needed to torch everything.

“So, uh.” I cleared my throat, aiming for casual. “You wanted to talk? Make it quick. I have somewhere to go.”

Dumbass!Sy yelled.Flirt. Show your sexy side instead of being dense and socially awkward.

I growled.I can’t help it. I have social anxiety disorder.

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