Page 2 of Demon Unleashed

At the formal salutation, she cringed. She didn’t want to be called ma’am. It sounded like she was a shriveled-up spinster. “My name’s Enya.”

She hopped off her barstool and took a seat on the empty place next to him. He appeared surprised.

“Eric, Eric Vaughn,” he said. “I had the impression earlier that you weren’t looking for company. Please don’t feel obligated to talk to me just because I made that ass leave.”

Drew slid her glass in front of her and placed a scotch in front of Eric. “Cheers.”

Eric nodded.

“Don’t worry, I never do anything I don’t want to do,” Enya replied. “But if you’d rather enjoy your drink by yourself, I’ll move back to my original seat.”

He lifted his glass. “Please don’t. I would enjoy a good conversation tonight that doesn’t involve investment strategies or risk assessment.”

“Stockbroker?”

He shook his head. “Investment manager. Private equity. Boring as hell.”

Enya took her glass and clinked it to his. “Then how about we don’t talk about investments tonight?”

“That’s a great idea.” Eric took a sip from his scotch.

“I have lots of great ideas.” One of them was to rip Eric’s clothes off and jump his bones. But, of course, she couldn’t do this right here. Instead, she let her gaze linger on his hands and imagined what they would feel like on her skin. Was he the kind of guy who talked dirty during sex? With a voice like his, he wouldn’t have to do much else to bring her to an earth-shattering orgasm.

“Enya?”

She ripped her gaze from his hands. “Yes?”

“I asked if you live in Baltimore or whether you’re just here for business.”

“I live here.” She tried to make her response sound smooth, when in reality she was flustered and behaving like a ditsy blonde. A ditsy blonde who’d unexpectedly been handed the keys to a Maserati. And she wouldn’t return this car before she’d taken it for a spin.