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“You really have given first impressions a bad name, haven’t you?” she said, looking a bit amused.
The man opened his mouth to say something that was likely just as offensive, but something crashed into the side of his face to ruin his concentration. Cassandra had to cover her mouth for a second to keep from showing how amused she was.
It looked like a dark purple vase had been flung from the living room to the front door by the very entity she had been called to dispel.
“Fucking hell!” the man screamed.
“I’m the demon hunter you hired,” Cassandra said icily, stepping inside with her bag of tricks. “The woman who is going to get rid of the thing that just handed you your ass.”
The man rubbed at his head like a child, gazing at the broken pieces of the ceramic vase on the floor. Before he could speak again, another gem of a man came tumbling downstairs, but he was wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt.
He, too, was looking like a slice of heaven, and Cassandra once again had to get herself together by making her expression overly stoic. The urge to groan out loud was overwhelming.
“I’m so sorry,” the new man said.
Once he came down the stairs, he took hold of Cassandra’s hand, shaking it like a shark would shake a piece of fish.
“Forgive my friend’s behavior. Cordiality isn’t his specialty.”
The man who shook her hand had a similar build as the one without his shirt, with bulging muscles for days that almost looked prosthetic. He had blazing red hair cut neatly and a smooth face that looked like it had been recently shaved. His eyes were bright sky blue that sent shivers down her spine, all the way to her sex between her legs.
“My name is Slade,” the red-headed man said. “And this ass is Flash.”
Flash was still rubbing his head as if the collision had injured him. Slade growled at him as he let Cassandra’s hand go.
“No offense taken,” she replied lightheartedly. “I am often mistaken for a common strumpet as opposed to the expert demon hunter I am.”
The two men had no idea had to take her attempt at dry, sarcastic wit. It was something very few people in her life understood, and she wasn’t completely surprised that it had utterly failed with the two hotties she had just encountered. She chuckled to herself, then placed the bag down.
“That’s what they call a joke,” she said, smoothing her shirt.
Slade was the first to smile while Flash picked up the pieces of the vase off the floor. The entire time, despite being distracted by the subject’s attractiveness, Cassandra sensed the energy moving around, and it was even more agitated by her presence.
“So,” she began, looking around the decadent house. “I’m assuming neither of you has worked with a demon hunter before, correct?”
They stood like puppets staring at her, shaking their heads simultaneously. The scene was so ridiculous that her lips curved into a devilish smile.
“I have certain methods that have proven successful in the past,” she began. “If you could show me to the room with the most activity, I can get started.”
“No problem,” Slade said, giving her a warm smile.
Cassandra had to look away from his stone-carved jaw to keep herself together. It had been so long since she had been this attracted to anyone, much less two people at the same time. The attraction was palpable inside her chest and between her thighs, almost as strong as the entity she felt swirling around the house.
It was nearly enough for her to forsake her duty and rip her clothes off in front of them. One or the other could take her. She wouldn’t care. Even both, if she was so lucky.
“What a delicious notion,” she murmured to herself.
Slade led her up the carpeted stairs, and she did her best to stay focused.
Chapter4
Slade
Slade had nearly stumbled down the stairs when he caught the scent of the demon hunter standing at their door. The woman was the definition of elegance, sporting tight-fitting clothing and a ponytail that pulled back every string of hair that sat on top of her head. She was a fair distance away, but her ice-blue eyes stood out in the dark like fireflies.
She smelled of enchanting vanilla, lemon, and sage, and it took next to a millisecond for him to figure out that the woman standing there was his, and likely Flash’s, mate.
Flash was too stressed and caught up in the poltergeist's antics to take notice. Cassandra ... Greg had told him her name ... impressed him with her stoicism in response to Flash’s clumsy, often womanizing turns of phrases, letting it bounce off of her like a tennis ball against a rubber wall.
