Page 39 of Craving Demons

“I know that, and I’d like to speak to Ana, your niece who’s a nice girl.” Well actually, nothing about her was girlish. She was all woman.

“About what?”

“What?

“What?”

“I…” I had no idea how to respond.

“Oh hello, who are you now?”

Had this man just forgotten everything up until now? The way he was blinking at me, his expression confused, suggested he had.

Fuck me.

“I’m Ramsey, and I’d like to speak to Ana, your niece, about a date.”

“A date? Any date in particular? I like October fifteenth, when it’s just starting to cool down a bit and the leaves are beginning to change. Such a beautiful time of the year.”

Oh. My. Gods.

I was stuck in an episode of the Twilight Zone where I just kept repeating myself over and over again and was forever stuck on Ana’s front step.

“Please.” I was on the verge of begging, and I’d never begged for anything from anyone, but my only other option was to throttle this infuriating little man, and given he was Ana’s uncle, I didn’t think that would endear me to her. “Can I speak to Ana.”

“Ana, oh yes, my niece—”

“Nice girl,” I said in unison with him, then sighed. “Can I come in?” I asked, defeated, trying a different tactic.

“Oh, yes, sure,” he said, shuffling back and opening the door wider.

I stepped into a well-appointed front room decorated in warm browns, light and dark, with a rich blue accent. A low round coffee table sat in the center on a plush blue and beige rug surrounded by furniture that was stylish but still comfortable. On top of it sat a wooden chess set, decorated with ornamental swirls carved around the edges of the board, the pieces set ready and waiting for the next game. Someone with taste had decorated here. The only thing out of place was a beat-up old recliner in one corner, which looked extremely comfortable, if not that stylish.

I felt Ana coming long before I saw her, her aspect flooding around me, caressing my senses and rousing a hungry passion within me.

Harmonia’s work from the previous night was wearing off, and as soon as it hit me, I felt my cock go rock-solid. Thank the gods, I was in a suit and the jacket fell low enough to cover any obvious bulge.

“Uncle, who was at the door?” Ana asked from up the stairs before gliding lightly down several steps and coming into view. “You?”

At the same time, a young woman, probably still a teenager, came out from a back room and staggered to a stop. “Holy fuck-balls, you’re huge!”

“Reia?” Ana said. She came the rest of the way down the stairs and leaned over the banister at the bottom to look back. “This is Ramsey, he’s here for me.”

The young woman — Reia — sighed heavily, as if this was a common and overrated occurrence.

“Oh.” She gave me a once over, then shrugged and left, leaving me stunned. I didn’t think any woman had ever dismissed me so thoroughly.

“Oh, Ana. This is… a man… who is here… for something,” the old man said, just as kooky as ever.

“He’s here for me,” Ana repeated.

“Oh, yes?” The old man turned to me. “Nice to meet you.” He held out a hand to shake, but I was still stunned and didn’t take it immediately, which meant that by the time I reached out the man dropped his arm and walked away as if I wasn’t there at all.

“Your uncle is…” I didn’t want to insult him or her.

“Yeah, I know. Sorry about that. I hope he didn’t give you too much grief,” she said coming down the final few steps to lean on the wall, arms crossed under her breasts, which only served to pull her T-shirt tight over those glorious orbs and show them off even more.

Gods, she was sexy.