Page 25 of Craving Demons
Grey sat back slowly, slightly awkward. I guessed he had something large and uncomfortable in his pants. As for me, new panties were definitely going to be required before my shift.
Curious, I turned my head to look at Ramsey, he was sitting up on the couch now, legs spread wide, proudly showing the hefty bulge in his pants. He wore a feral, dangerous smile and winked at me.
“You’re mine,” he whispered.
A shiver ran through me. I was fairly certain if he wanted me, I wouldn’t be able to stop him. And a part of me didn’twantto stop him, no matter what he’d called me in the past.
Grey cleared his throat and returned my attention to him.
“Ms. Baker?”
“Miss,” I corrected. For some reason I wanted these men to know I wasn’t married.
“Ah, yes, well.” Grey shook his head and cleared his throat again. “How have daemons not been all over you all your life?”
That was a bit of a personal question, but still, I felt compelled — perhaps by his authoritative nature — to answer. “Well, are there a lot of daemons who are bikers, petty criminals, and failed sports pros who’ve turned to drinking and such?”
Grey blinked at me.
“Because men like thathavebeen all over me ever since my tits came in.”
And now Grey was looking at my tits, and this dress had a lot to show. The man — my boss — dragged his gaze up with what seemed like great effort and met my eyes once more.
“Some might be yes, but I’m not talking regular relationships,” he said. “I’m talking about men filled with a savage hunger, coming up to you on the street, tearing off your clothes, and rutting like animals.”
“Oh… ah… no, none of that.”
Grey shook his head. “Which means your aspect must have only just developed recently? How…? How old are you?” He waved a hand dispelling that question. “No, never mind, you’ve lived a human lifespan, or you’d have suspected you weren’t normal once you were past your first century and still looking the picture of youth.” He cocked his head. “But if you’ve been aging normally, then that would also be curious. You should have slowed or stopped aging once you were in your prime.”
“That definitely didn’t happen,” I said. Yeah, I looked damn good for a thirty-eight-year-old, but that didn’t mean I didn’t have a few fine lines which had started to come in. Something told me I wouldn’t have the beginnings of crow’s feet if I were immortal, which is what they seemed to be suggesting.
Also… immortal? Fucking what?
“How old are you?” I asked Grey, probably being way too forward.
He shrugged and answered me easily. “Five thousand, six hundred and seventy-nine.”
That couldn’t be right. He was just spewing out numbers, making that up. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“He is,” Harmonia said, behind me. “I’m over five thousand years old as well.”
I swiveled in my chair. “You don’t look a day over thirty,” I quipped. I couldn’t really believe any of this. I turned to Ramsey. “Are you five thousand years old as well?”
He frowned, as if that was some sort of insult. “No.”
“Oh good, I was beginning to think—”
“I’m three thousand, three hundred and twenty-seven.”
I nodded as if that made sense. Then I got indignant, fed up with all these wild tales. “Fine, she can calm me down—” I waved an arm at Harmonia. “—what can you two do? Show me your demonic powers!”
“Daemonic,” Harmonia corrected me.
“Whatever!”
Ramsey’s grin turned feral. “I can’t show you mine, not unless you want me to unleash utter strife and chaos in this office… or if you want me to fight Grey.” His grin widened. “I might actually be up for that.”
“Not happening,” Grey muttered behind me.