“And she works at Inferno.”
I gape at him. I’ve, of course, heard about it. It piqued my interest, but it’s a couple invite only, not that you need to stay with your partner. I haven’t dated a supernatural in a long time, and there was no way Stevie was going to be my plus one. “And?”
“And I need a date in order to get access, and I was going to ask you to come with me.”
“Yes!” I beam and bounce on the bed.
“But,” he says, arching an eyebrow at me, “I’m not sure if that’s a good idea now after the golem incident. I don’t like the idea of putting you in danger.”
I can’t help it when I cross my arms and look at him. “If anything, it makes even more sense for me to go. I’m going, Dax.”
“Babe, I don’t think I’ve made myself clear on the dynamic of how this relationship is going to go. When you said you wanted me to be your daddy, what did that mean to you?”
I shrug my shoulders and play with the bedspread, not liking the idea of explaining everything. Why does this man have to talk so fucking much? Can’t we just have a good time and worry about this shit, I don’t know, never?
He shakes his head, noting how stubborn I am. “I’ll tell you what it means to me. I’ve never had anyone call me that before, but I fucking love hearing it from your lips, Blair. It makes my heart race and my cock hard. To me, it means I’m in charge of your pleasure and keeping you safe. I never want you to change who you are, and I don’t expect you to be submissive to me all the time. I love that you’re powerful and confident, but with me, I want to get to the point where you can trust me enough to take care of things for you.”
My jaw drops as I take in everything he just said. He wants to take care of me? But I’ve always taken care of myself. It’s become clear to me that I’m not the domme I always tried to be. Being his submissive in the bedroom will be easy enough. But the vulnerability of his care is terrifying.
“I’ve never really had anyone take care of me before.”
He smirks,damn dimple.“Let’s just try and see how things go?”
Old insecurities creep in and I can’t help it, it’s like I’ve taken a freaking truth truffle again. “You would just be seeing me, right?”
His brows furrow, and his hands cup my jaw. “Little witch, you take up so much fucking space in my mind there’s no way I could see anyone else.”
“Okay, I’ll try.”
“Good girl. Now go take a shower and let’s go get some crepes.” My stomach growls comically, and I pop off the bed and walk to my bathroom.
I’m not sure when my plots got so complicated or when the majority of Hallowsdeep became my enemy. Beyond my coven and some lunatic demon trying to kill me, now I need to figure out a way to make Ryan forget I ever existed.
Chapter 17
Daxpullsoutmychair for me as we sit at my favorite breakfast spot. Archibald’s has been a staple in Hallowsdeep for as long as I remember. Not much has changed since I was a kid, either. All the tables and chairs are mismatched. The round table I’m sitting at is an aged linoleum table top, probably made in the early eighties. Meanwhile the chair I’m sitting in looks like it belongs to someone’s dining table in 1954. I swear the man just drives around town seeing who is throwing shit out and uses it to fill up the small breakfast shop.
It’s nostalgic and cute, I love it here, and the company isn’t so bad either. I’m thankful that Dax didn’t hold this morning against me. I knew what he wanted and I was feeling insecure and couldn’t give it to him at that moment. He’s so patient with me, I just hope I don’t wear that patience out.
“Do you know what you want?”
“Brown sugar, strawberries, and lemon preserves, please.”
“You got it.” He kisses my hair before he goes to the front counter to place our order. Who knew a demon could be so nice? The only time I’ve seen him slightly irritated is when he was at my bar with Asmo, but honestly, the guy can be fairly annoying. It would be hard not to have a short temper with him. We won’t mention the whole watching him rip apart a golem with his bare hands, that was self-defense.
I watch Dax’s ass in his dark denim jeans as he stands in line to order our food. The bell to the front door chimes, breaking my concentration and my jaw drops when I watch the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen strut through the small shop. She makes the place look cheap with how stylish and put together she is. She has long dark hair in a ponytail, tight jeans that shape to the curve of her ass and a black t-shirt that clings so tightly to her torso it’s like a second skin.
Her red-bottom shoes click against the worn, aged tile as she places her perfectly manicured hand on Dax’s shoulder.
I see red.
The sound of the legs of my chair scraping against the tile is jarring, and nearly everyone in the small shop turns to look at me. I’m halfway to where Dax and this unknown threat are standing when I watch as Dax flicks off her pristine hand.
“What do you want, Kas?”
“A crepe, obviously.”
She goes to put her hand on his shoulder and he grimaces. “Don’t touch me.”
