Page 111 of Date with a Devil
“I don’t know what that is, but if it tastes anything like it smells, I’m excited.”
“Here. Try it.” She brought a spoonful of Coq au Vin to his mouth—that’s when she noticed that his cheek was faintly bruised. “Aw, look at you. You know I hate watching you fight, right?”
“Well, I’m sorry, but sometimes I gotta stand up for my teammates.” He slurped the Coq au Vin right off the spoon and wentmmmm.
“Really? You like it?” she asked, biting her lip nervously.
“That’s phenomenal, Aust. You’re gonna have to make this for me all the time.” He asked for a second spoonful, and she gave it to him. “But you sawwhyI had to fight that guy though, right?”
The guy had run Mikey face-firstinto the boards—the impact of Mikey’s face smashing into the boards made a dreadful sound, and he laid motionless on the ice for a good thirty seconds.
“Yes,” she said. “That was so scary. Is Mikey okay?”
“He’s fine. He said he stayed down to make sure the ref called a penalty. Cheeky fucker’s learning. I’m sure it hurt like hell, though.”
Austen tended to the simmering pot, giving it a stir. Dane hovered closely behind, putting his hands on her waist, his lips gently kissing at her neck. His hands glided higher, glancing over her breasts. Smoothly, he slipped her blouse off her shoulder.
“Don’t get carried away, mister,” she said. “You have to eat first.”
***
After dinner, Dane moved Austen to her bed. With lips locked, Dane worked her out of her clothes, one item at a time.
“Dinner wassogood,” he told her again.
“I’m glad you liked it.”
“But now it’s time for dessert.”
He snagged her panties between his teeth and slowly dragged them down her legs.
Back on the dinner table, Austen’s phone began to buzz. She tried to get up to answer it, but Dane wouldn’t let her go.
“Don’t,” he whispered. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
But the phone continued to ring.
Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.
Annoyed, Bad Cat jumped up onto the dinner table and swatted the phone closer to the table’s edge, until it finally crashed onto the floor.
“BA~D CA~T!” Austen yelled.
This time, Dane let her go. She jumped out of bed and ran over to the phone. Thankfully, the fall hadn’t cracked the screen. The phone continued to vibrate in her hand.
It was from a number she didn’t recognize.
She answered. “Hello?”
“Hi, is this Austen?” It was a young woman’s voice.
“Yes, who am I speaking with?”
“My name is Harper.”
Before Austen could saywho?,Harper continued.
“I’m a private investigator.”
