Page 4 of Hot Girls Date Demons

“Brooding dark? Like Mr. Rochester?”

“Darker.”

“Should I be worried?”

Madame's grin widens.

“Oh no, my dear.”

She reaches out and pats my cheek.

“You should be excited.”

I shake my head, laughing.

“Madame, I am thirty-seven years old. The only tall, dark, and handsome male in my future is probably another exhausted doctor with a caffeine addiction.”

“Not this time, Pussycat.”

Her voice is surprisingly firm.

“He's—he’s waited a very long time for you.”

Something about the way she says it makes a strange little shiver race down my spine.

I blame the lack of sleep.

“How long?” I tease.

She smiles.

“Oh… a couple of hundred years at least.”

I burst out laughing.

“Well, he must be moisturized.”

Madame cackles.

“Indeed. Very handsome, too. But mind the horns.”

“Of course. And I am so glad my imaginary boyfriend is attractive.”

“Not imaginary, Josie. This one is a keeper.”

I wave a hand.

“Okay, okay. I'll keep an eye out for the immortal supermodel.”

“Do that, Pussycat.”

I head toward the door.

“Tea and a turkey sandwich, coming right up.”

Behind me, Madame calls out one last thing.

“And Josie?”