Page 34 of Beauty's Monstrous Demons

I really like her style.

“Good, you didn’t change your mind when you saw Gregor,” she says, blowing out an explosive sigh of relief. “He means well, but he’s a lot.”

My lips twitch as I nod. “No cold feet,” I reassure her.

“Perfect. I’m going to show you where to hang up your coat and put your purse away, and then I’m going to have Kaila show you the ropes,” she says.

Kaila has magenta hair, blue and purple speckled skin, and waves as I catch her eye.

“Tonight is half priced drinks, and while I appreciate the extra tips, it’s a terrible night to work alone,” she says. “You’re saving our asses tonight.”

Not sure how to take that, I follow Hailee to put away my things before rejoining Kaila behind the bar.

“We don’t usually have anyone order anything too fancy,” she says. “It’s a lot of older men and college students coming in on a Thursday night to get their fill of tits and ass. We’re going to smile, make some small talk if necessary, while not giving them any hope that they can actually take us home. Is that clear?”

“Ah, yes,” I say, nodding. I can handle this. Stay busy, show some tits and ass, flirt a little.

Slice of pie.

I got here a little before the opening to the club, and I watch dancers warming up on different poles as the music turns on. There are shifted reptiles, demons, and other monsters that are wearing lingerie as they dance, all looking hauntingly beautiful.

“Oh, and several of the demons are succubi,” Kaila says, leaning in. “It’s also a fully nude bar, so at some point, thedancers will all be losing their clothes. Hailee and the boss have a policy that the dancers can negotiate ‘extras’ if they want, so prepare to see some fucking happen tonight.”

Eyes wide, I nod as the doors to the strip club open, and I have a strict conversation with my pussy. No slicking, getting turned on, or anything else.

I may have overestimated things in my previous thought that this would be an easy gig.

CHAPTER 9

PHENEX

Iglance around my apartment that suddenly feels too empty now that Samael and Lorelei are gone. Needing something to do before I need to leave, I unzip her duffel bag and decide to do her laundry. I’ve watched her process at least once since she washed her clothes here.

I can’t believe that asshole broke into her room. It doesn’t even matter if he’s her scent match, I intend to break his nose if I ever find out who it was. On autopilot, I continue to fume as I wash Lorelei’s clothing with her detergent.

Glancing at the label on the bottle, I take a photo of it with my cellphone to make sure I buy more when I next go to the store. I want to make sure I have everything she needs. While she was taking her shower, Samael and I also ordered a bunch of things for her for the apartment.

It looks almost exactly like it did when I moved in almost three hundred years ago. They’ve done updates to the building, but I haven’t done very much for my apartment outside of updating my appliances.

Leaving the machine to run while I’m gone, I get ready to leave for this faculty function. I’m dressed in a nice suit, my shoes even fucking gleam because I polished them. There are new donors who want to meet with different department professors to discuss what functions we provide to the university and its students.

As a history teacher, I would usually be passed over at other schools, but as we are doomed to relive our mistakes without the knowledge of those who came before us, I was specifically asked to come.

Monsters and humans have only recently found their place, and by that I mean in the last few hundred years.

Blowing out a breath, I grab my keys and walk out, making sure I lock the door. While most people don’t bother, I have an omega who is very particular about her things and our privacy should be respected.

It’s as I’m striding across the lobby, the chandelier over my head twinkling now that the sun has set, that I hear a pair of heels. They’re loud on the marble floors, and whoever it is appears to be in a hurry.

“Professor Gorsch!” Valaria’s shrill voice yells. “May I have a moment of your time, sir?”

Ugh, I fucking hate her. Especially after hearing that Lorelei had a hard time with her last week.

“I’m in a hurry,” I call over my shoulder. While it’s about forty degrees out, I decided against a coat since I tend to run warm. I’m just walking across campus to the President of the university’s home.

Pushing open the door, I don’t bother to hold it for Valaria as I continue walking. Hearing her oof as it slams shut on her makes me smirk.

“I’ll walk with you,” she groans as she pushes the door open, practically running to catch up to me.

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