“Oh, well, we all decided that we want to try to court Lillian. So we’re brainstorming ideas to apologize for trying to take her to Hell,” Con’s voice drifted as he focused on writing.
“Yeah, my little goddess will be pissed for a while, but eventually, with enough groveling, we hope she caves and gives us a shot,” War explained. “Wanna… wanna help?” War said a little hesitantly, like he expected D to sneer, storm off, telling us off in the process. Very typical D behavior.
D walked over and looked at the list with a critical eye. “We should take her out dancing. Women like dancing.”
Twin smiles split across Con’s and War's faces before Con looked down at his page and wrote it down, saying, “Yes, D. Yes, they do. Great idea.” For once, we all hunkered down in my office, ordered takeout, and worked on how to take our woman to Hell and then to win her heart at the same time.
Chapter 23
Ithadbeenaweek since I’d sent Death over into Hell, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something big was going to happen soon, and I needed to be ready for it. But what could they possibly do to me? I had upped my security and raised up several magical wards and precautions to make sure they couldn't set up a trap for me, again. So now it was just a waiting game… and I hated it.
I’d been driving Cass crazy with taking alternate routes, making her and the demon staff have weapons at the ready, having her call me at different times just to check on me. I had a plan. If I didn't pick up her call, I’d given her a vial with a boost of my power in it that she would need to smash open. Since it was power I had already consumed and turned into mine, it would find me wherever I was, giving me the boost I might need to get out of a bad situation. Like I said, I was prepared for war.
It had been seven days since Death had crossed, eight since Fame, nine since War, and ten since Con, and I knew they hadn't given up.
Why was it taking them so long?
Each of them, in their own way, said that they wouldn't be giving up just because I’d won the battle. Now, since it had been taking so long for them to show their pretty faces, it all seemed so anticlimactic. I was looking forward to some fights, scheming, and bloodshed, but nooooo, I was just sitting here in my office, looking over several contracts for new clients who wanted to sign on with the company.
Even though I was ecstatic by this new influx of clients, people were chomping at the bit to sign on with us now, it felt a little hollow. People who would’ve looked us over a few weeks ago were banging down our doors to get in, and yet I kept trying to find those four faces who promised to get me.
I couldn't help that my eyes kept straying to doors, down random hallways, and around every corner to see if I could catch a glimpse of any one of the brothers. But I found nothing. Not even a flash of something. It was like they’d taken all the excitement that I'd grown used to with having them around, and now it was all a little… boring.
It was a real eye opener for me. After this was all over, I needed to find a hobby, maybe get a pet. I remember raising hellhounds when I was younger, and I loved it. Too bad I wasn’t able to bring them with me when I came to the human plane. Do you know what kind of havoc they would cause roaming down the streets of L.A.? Could you imagine people trying to pet them or catch them, then getting their heads bitten off? The hellhounds would get more and more excited with their screams and keep going. Yeah, no, the human plane was not for hellhounds.
Cass knocked on my door and stuck her head in. “Hey, how are those contracts going?”
I signed the last one, set the pen down, and gave her a weak smile. “Looks like I’m done. You can take these and have them couriered next week. Let them sweat over it this weekend.”
“That's the demon I know.” She winked as she came all the way in, making her way toward my desk to pick up the documents.
The first thing I noticed was that she was dressed up. She had her hair down in big curls, a natural style of makeup with a rosy pink tint on her lips to make them draw the eye. Partnered with all that was a navy off-the-shoulder skin-tight dress that cut off just above her knees with some nude stilettos. It wasn't overly sexy—like the styles I preferred to wear—but it was still incredibly hot. She looked like one of those sophisticated, sexy women who looked at you like you were the gum on their shoe but were so stunning you didn't mind.
Her outfit took my mind off my depressing thoughts—a.k.a. lusting after the enemy. I whistled as she bent over to grab the documents and I caught some cleavage, too.
“Got a hot date tonight? You look downright fuckable.”
She blushed at my words, not looking at me. She hated when any attention was on her. She did stand a little taller, though, cocking out her hip like she knew she looked good. She was a ball of contradictions, which I found so amusing and fun. Anyone who ended up with her would need to appreciate that about her. While I was more what-you-see-is-what-you-get, she was more I-say-no-but-convince-me-to-say-yes. It was its own type of boss bitch, and I respected it, even if I liked to push her buttons about it.
“If you must know, yes.” She shuffled the documents from one side to the other, trying to hide how nervous she was.
I put my elbows on my desk and set my chin on my folded hands as I batted my eyelashes with a smile. “Go oooonnnn.”
She pursed her lips as she contemplated on whether to tell me or not, but ultimately gave in. She sat down across from me and nervously bit her bottom lip. “It's with that guy from the coffee shop I told you about.”
I straightened as I realized I knew who it was, and my mouth dropped open. “The guy you have been flirting with for like six months?! Did you finally ask him out like I told you to?”
She glared at me before she shook her head. “No. You know my stance on that. It's fine for someone like you—a badass demon babe, who can waltz up to any man on this earth—to ask them out and have them drooling, eating from the palms of your hands and shit, but not all of us are blessed with that kind of confidence and presence.”
“Then you just fake it until it's true. Trust me, it works.” I nodded seriously in her direction. I was still trying to get her to break out of her rigid rules and traditional ways of thinking.
“Yeah, well, he asked me out,” she said, excitement bubbling from her.
I bowed my head in acknowledgement, beaming for her, even if I still thought she should’ve asked him. Then she could have not only gotten a date sooner, but also learned what kind of a man he was.
She straightened when she noticed me waiting for her to continue. “He's taking me out to dinner. One of his friends is in a dance group, and we’re going to go watch them at the performing arts theater.”
“Oh, that sounds like a nice night.”
