Page 257 of Handsome Devil
So did Katie, slowly.
I sighed. “You really need to brush up on your heroines, ladies.”
Sure, Thor—the male version—was hot and all, but personally I preferred stories where the woman saved the day.
Who needed a hero? They were too busy saving the world to worry about one woman anyway.
And the villain? You really couldn’t count on him to stick around, either. Things got tough, he just retreated to his shadowy lair to brood.
Or, you know, went on some voyage of self-discovery to Haiti without you.
“I’ll work on that,” my best friend said, earnestly. “I kinda like Thor as a boy, though,” she whispered.
I gave her a dirty look—and suddenly saw Dane.
My husband.
Or… whatever the hell he was supposed to be to me.
Beyond Katie’s shoulder, he was wandering across the ballroom floor in our general direction… like an angel who’d just been chewed up and spit up out of hell… half-naked.
The devil.Mydevil. My missing-in-action-for-the-last-month devil.
Dressed like an angel.
For a moment, I thought I’d hallucinated him.
Nope.
There was my estranged, fake, legal husband.
He was wandering this way, definitely. But he wasn’t looking over here. Like he didn’t even know I was here?
He wore black suit pants and a black necktie, loosely, a white mask that now dangled around his neck, and a set of large and probably obscenely expensive white feathered wings on his back… like he was a Victoria’s Secret angel or some shit.
He washere.
He wasn’t wearing a suit jacket to go with the pants, though. Or a shirt.
Holy mother of Christ.
Pure sex in low-slung suit pants was coming right at me. Was the top button undone? His belt looked loose.
When the hell did he get here?
And what happened to his clothes?
“Holy sex angel,” Talia breathed next to me.
“What? Where?” Roni turned to look. “Ohhh…shit.”
“That is no sex angel, ladies,” I managed to squeeze out. “It’s the harbinger of disaster.”
Or maybe it’s both.
I abandoned my drink and turned to casually flee, but Katie’s giant Cinderella ballgown blocked my way. She was now flirting with her husband, totally oblivious to the fact that my MIA husband was coming this way.
I turned the other way, where Talia appeared paralyzed by lust as the half-naked man-angel approached, her giant feathers trapping me in.
