The house helpfully flickers the kitchen lights in answer.
Jaak doesn’t answer me. Instead, he drains his glass and then puts it down with a deep sigh and closes his eyes. “I’m drinking it that fast because this is an aphrodisiac.”
I can feel my eyes bugging out of my head. “A what?”
“An amorous amplifier,” he says, eyes still closed. He looks like he does when Nina meditates. “I haven’t had this kind in a very, very long time. It’s referred to as liquid fire, but I think in your language that’s liquid libido.” Jaak taps his chin and looks thoughtful while I start panicking.
“Are you saying I drank a sex potion?” I whisper.
Jaak’s eyes open and he smiles at me. “Yes.”
“Oh my gods.”
“This one in particular is rare because of how fast it sets in.”
“How long is it going to last?”
“With the amount we had, all night.”
I look at the empty glass and then up at the ceiling accusingly. “How could you do this to me?! I thought we were friends. You poisoned me. You’re back on the shit list!” The lights dim in the kitchen and the kitchen door gives a sad little swing that makes the hinge creak, which makes me feel bad because if a house could be depressed it would be this. “Don’t give me puppy dog doors. Why would you give us a sex potion?”
“It might have thought it was being helpful,” Jaak says, before he puts his hands down on the kitchen island and takes a deep breath. “This drink is setting in a lot faster than I remember.”
“What do you meanhelpful? And why-why did you drink yours so fast?”
“If you were to be afflicted then so am I.”
“You mean you drank it so I wouldn’t be alone and-” a wave of heat rolls through me and my skin feels itchy. I pull at my sweater and take in a deep breath.
“And aroused,” Jaak finishes for me. He looks over his shoulder at me and my mouth goes dry. His eyes are sultry, bedroom eyes. I've heard that phrase before from Ms. Donna but I didn’t understand what it meant. Now I do.
I fall back a step and lean against the counter. “What are-I mean, yes, aroused but you didn’t have to do that.”
“I did. There’s no dispelling this kind of drink. The only way for it to stop is to let it run its course. I’ve had liquid fire before, I know well the effects it has on the body.”
I’m not the jealous type. I’m really, really, not. That’s also because I’ve never had a reason to be jealous when I was with Roy. It’s not like I actually wanted him the way I was supposed to, the way that comes so easily with Jaak. But jealousy is the only way to describe the feeling in the pit of my stomach. He’s had this drink before, which means he knows exactly what’s coming because he’s gone through it before and that’s fine. It’s totally, absolutely fine…but still, there’s a part of me that is jealous of the partner Jaak had then.
I’d give anything to know what it was like.
So do it,my brain whispers to me. And that’s when I have the best idea I’ve ever had. I’m going to make the most of this sex potion.
I’m going to seduce my demon husband.
Chapter Twenty Five
My plan of seduction isn’t really off to the best start. I tried brushing up against him every chance I could, which given the massive size of the kitchen wasn’t as often as I’d hoped when I came up with the idea.
Jaak didn’t react when I moved close and brushed against him, or found an excuse to linger at his side when I reached for something. He also didn’t reach for me either, which felt like a mixed signal given the fact that my body is currently in the middle of being on fire for the demon.
I wet my lips and glance over at Jaak. He’s taking the food out of the oven and I practically bite my fist at the sight. A man in the kitchen? A bonafide sex bomb even when I’m not under the influence of a sex potion.
Jaak turns and gives me a smile. I let out a sigh and lean forward with my chin in my hand. I’m sitting at the island on a stool. We’ve been here awkwardly trying to make small talk with one another while I rubbed up against him every chance I got. Needless to say it’s been a tense hour. Every minute that’s passed feels like an eternity when all I want to do is climb on top of the big man. The scene we had on the bench has been playing on a loop for me, and that was before the idea of Jaak beingin his demon form started percolating for me. Once that had happened the control I had stopping me from crawling across the island counter and lunging at Jaak was tenuous.
In short, I am not well.
I grab my glass of iced water, the only thing I’m okay drinking right now after the house poisoned me with lust, and take a giant gulp. I’ve been burning up over the past hour and dying of thirst, my throat feels like I swallowed a sandbox. I wonder if Jaak feels the same way.
“I’ll get some plates,” I offer when he sets the roast chicken and potatoes on the counter.
