Page 68 of Protected in Darkness
Oh, really? Which meant the Fae was implanted in the Angels of Darkness. And if he had to guess, she was here tonight to keep an eye on the human.
His gaze swung to the elevator. Was she somewhere up there now? Hiding out with her angel in one of the rooms? Why else would Asmia be here?
Perfidious glanced back at the otherworldly female, smiled.
Looked as though his luck truly was changing.
For the next hour, Perfidious plied Asmia and Elizabeth with alcohol and generously tipped the waitress to keep her coming back. While the other chairs maintained a continuous rotation of guests, he managed to keep the females beside him, regaling them with bullshit stories, ones they would expect from a well-to-do businessman who traveled the world.
It wasn’t that he cared whether they knew he was a demon, but in an effort not to use mind control so as not to tip off the Fae, he had to resort to charm.
Granted, his efforts hadn’t garnered him any points with Asmia. She was keeping a polite distance, even while contributing to the conversation. On the other end of the spectrum, Elizabeth was all but sitting on his lap, batting her eyelashes anytime he spoke.
When it was apparent the human female had had too much to drink, Perfidious figured it was the perfect time to make his move. Sure, it was still early, but that left more time for other engagements.
“How about a nightcap?” he offered Elizabeth.
Those dazed brown eyes lifted and locked onto his. “Perfect idea.”
Yes. He knew it was.
Perfidious glanced over at Asmia. “Care to join us?”
She frowned beautifully. “Oh, no. You two enjoy yourselves.”
He got to his feet, smiled down at Asmia as he held out his hand.
Though her confusion was evident, she offered hers in return.
“It was a pleasure to meet you, Asmia.” He took her fingers, brought them to his lips.
“Likewise,” she said with a sweet blush.
“Come now, Elizabeth. Let’s move this party somewhere more private.”
With a single parting glance to the dealer, Perfidious took the human female’s hand, headed toward the elevators. He could feel Asmia’s eyes on him but was unable to detect what she was thinking. Her mind was blocked the same as his was, not allowing him to peer inside. Such a pity, too. Even now, he was thinking about all the wicked things he wanted to do to that lush body.
“Patience,” he mumbled under his breath. “All good things come to those who wait.”
“Did you say something?” Elizabeth leaned into him as they waited for the elevator.
Perfidious shook his head, forced a smile.
The lift arrived, half a dozen humans stumbling out, laughing, smiling, enjoying themselves.
Exactly what he was about to do.
“God, you smell good,” Elizabeth crooned, all but throwing herself at him when they were sealed in the elevator.
Having enjoyed the evening, he was in a giving mood, allowing her to practically climb his body as she fused her lips to his. She was quite intoxicated and more than a little reckless taking a stranger up to her room, especially in this town, but he did enjoy a female who liked to walk on the wild side.
When the elevator stopped, Perfidious peeled her off him. “Show me your room, beautiful.”
Fifteen minutes later, Elizabeth was naked beneath him as he drove them both toward climax. In his mind’s eye, he saw the alluring Asmia lying there, golden hair spread out on the pillow as he rocked her body with every thrust of his hips.
“Jim! Oh, God! That feels so good.”
He could’ve told her God had nothing to do with it, but he refrained. No sense ruining the mood just yet.
