Page 37 of Craving Demons

And I was one of them.

I still didn’t really believe that, couldn’t believe it. Far too much had happened in the last couple of days for me to process any of it. Like my handsome-as-fuck boss wanting to doanythingfor me.

My thoughts whirled around and around, jumping from Grey to daemons to everything else and back again.

Was this a fairytale?

I mean, he wasn’t a bad boy at all, he was all gentlemanly and refined. Even a little old-fashioned. He definitely wasn’t my usual type, but he was still tall and dark and drop-dead gorgeous and apparently so fucking rich that he could easily scrape together two hundred and fifty million dollars.

What was a girl supposed to do with a man like that?

Marry him. Snap him up, put a ring on it, and live a life without any cares in the world!my flirtatious and carefree mind said.

But we’re off men, remember?That was my we-need-to-figure-out-who-we-were mind.

Screw that. Why do we need to know who we are when we’ve got a man who’s richer than God and takes care of us?

That’s a fair point.

See?

Yeah, but… I really mean it this time. I need to get away from men and spend time with myself and figure out what I really want.

Whatever it is, he can buy it for us. He’s probably also amazing in bed.

What? Where did that come from? How could you know that?

We’re a sex demon thingy remember? I know. Also given how tall he is, his cock has to be at least eight inches and thick too.

Now you’re just fantasizing.

Yes.

Yes, I was.

Suddenly I was really hungry for cucumbers.

With a groan, I removed my hand from where it had been idly stroking myself over my panties, but couldn’t get my mind out of the gutter and my thoughts jumped to Fen. He was kind and just as tall, maybe taller, and bigger in all the right places.

Don’t forget Ramsey, the way he held me when they were fighting over me, you can’t fake that.

Yes, you can. Many men have.

But he wasn’t. I’m sure.

Ramsey was an ass and a lech, but gods, he was handsome and big and…

Stop it!

I was off men!

And even if I wasn’t, Ramsey was the last man I wanted. He was a jerk who just wanted to get in my panties. Except, even as I thought that, I knew he was actually first on my list because he was the true bad boy of the bunch.

I rolled my eyes at myself.

I didn’t want any more bad boys. Really. Honestly.

Yeah, you do.