“Watch and learn, hot stuff. Watch andlearn.”
“And you don’t mind living here until Mom is satisfied, when I can’t make the place look good all the time?” Vik waved a hand to indicate hiscave.
“I’m a stylist extraordinaire, your own personal Queer Eye for the Straight Guy Fab Five, all rolled into one, and will take it as a personal challenge to turn your little slice of Hell into a palace.” Dillon’s eyes gleamed and he brought his nose within inches of Vik’s. “Later. First… I believe you liked me licking yourtail?”
Vik’s heart slammed against his ribs. “Yessssss!”
“You ain’t seen nothingyet.”
* * *
“If you could haveanything in this world, what would it be?” Dillon sat at the booth of a greasy spoon breakfast place, Vik crammed against him and Kiana shooting them both suspicious glances from across the table. At five a.m. in Vegas, their appearances didn’t attract the first stare. Of course, the guy at the grill, tattooed to look like a lizard, with implanted bumps on his forehead, raised the weirdness bar prettyhigh.
Hmmm…Hadn’t Vik seen him once on levelseven?
Kiana tapped an orange-taloned fingertip against her chin. “Anything Iwant?
“Anything.”
She glanced right and left, then took a bite of beaten, scrambled, mauled, or whatever hash browns. After a few bites and much Mmmmmmmmming, she finally came up for air. “Well, I certainly don’t want to spend my life chasing Vik’s little demons.” She shot an apologetic glance Vik’s way. “No offense,Highness.”
“Hey!” Most demonesses would be honored to chase Vik’s spawn around. If he chose to haveany.
Kiana scowled. “Right, like you’re in a hurry to do what your motherwants.”
“Okay, you non-love birds.” Dillon drummed his fingertips against a scarred tabletop. “We need to focus here. Kiana, what do you want to do with your life?Reallywant todo.”
“I want to be a Victoria’s Secretmodel.”
Really? Wow! Vik could have been married to a model—and he would have gone for it if Mom offered him Tyson Beckford or Marcus Schenkenburg.Maybe.
“How good are you at glamour?” Dillon held up the cover of Sports Illustrated’s SwimsuitIssue.
Kiana took and held a deep breath. Her eyes crossed with her efforts. Slowly her skin tones faded to tan, and her hair to strawberry blond. Even her horn nubs disappeared. She looked up and smiled, the perfect image of an attractive humanfemale.
Nice. Too bad Vik couldn’t glamour his own appearance soeasily.
Dillon cocked his head to the side and regarded Kiana. He tilted her face this way and that with one index finger. “Closeenough.”
“Can you really make this happen?” The demoness bounced on her chair, far more excited than she’d been about the prospect of being tied for all eternity to Vik. Should he behurt?
“An ex sets up photo shoots for several retail giants. Victoria’s Secret is a client. He can get you right in.” Dillon snuck a piece of potato off Kiana’s plate when she wasn’tlooking.
Vik did a double take. “This is the third or fourth ex you’ve mentioned. Exactly how many men have you been with?” Vik was hardly a virgin himself, but pride dictated that a lord of the underworld—a centuries-old lord of the underworld—have more sexual conquests than a mere twenty-somethinghuman.
“Don’t sweat it, big guy. All in practice foryou.”
Damn, but Dillon had a way withwords.
* * *
Vik managedto conjure up the illusion of a dungeon in his apartment. He couldn’t let Tazlina have the upper hand, even if he didn’t know how to use all the spikes, spears, axes, Uzis, et cetera, he hung from thewalls.
“We’ll try those out later.” Dillon nudged Vik’s side, winked, and nodded toward a Saint Andrew’s Cross and cat o’ nine tails in thecorner.
Oh no! That image needed to leave his mind before their guest arrived. “Can’t we change the appointment to later?” A lotlater.
Dillon sighed. “Sadly, the clock isticking.”
