“Getting a little ill here,” Ethan said.
“Look, he doesn’t eat anything except anger. I’m guessing you can’t poop out anger, so that means we don’t have to potty train him. Hell, if Charles wasn’t potty trained your office would have smelled like a toilet for months. That’s a real plus,” I said in a bright tone with a forced smile as I gamely fluffed the decorative navy pillows on the bed.
If the look on my beautiful mate’s face was anything to go by, he wasn’t buying what I was selling. Shit.
“Okay, fine. Charles is seriously gross—and I mean seriously—but if we don’t keep him Satan threatened to send some of the Sins here to protect Samuel.”
“Unacceptable,” Ethan grunted with an expression of horror marring his handsome face.
“My feelings exactly. Charles is a far lesser evil—at least I think he is. I say we keep him. Plus we can send messages to Satan through Charles which means Satan won’t be around as much. If he’s not here he can’t pilfer your office supplies and there will be fewer explosions in the compound.”
“You’ve got this all figured out, don’t you my love?” Ethan asked with a chuckle and an exasperated shake of his head.
“Actually, I just pulled all of it right out of my ass, but it did sound pretty good if I do say so myself,” I shot back with a cocky grin.
“Fine. We keep Charles for the time being, but if he causes any destruction or bites anyone, he’s gone.”
“Fair enough,” I said with a seductive grin, desperate to change the subject. “Can we stop talking about three headed monsters and move on to a one eyed snake?”
“Your way with words never ceases to alarm me. However, the sentiment is something I can get on board with,” he said. His eyes began to glow green with desire and his fangs dropped.
“God, you are so hot,” I yelled as I whipped my dress over my head and tossed it on the floor. “I want to make this a loud one.”
“I can work with that,” Ethan said as he tore off his shirt, ripping it in two.
In a flurry of flying clothing, laughter and grab-ass we made it to the bed—hot and very, very bothered.
“I love you,” I whispered into his mouth as his tongue caressed my bottom lip.
“Back at you,” he murmured huskily, running his open mouth from my lips to my collarbone making little stars burst across my vision.
“Should we play a game?” I whispered. I arched my back giving him much better access to the girls.
“”What did you have in mind?” he asked as he nipped at my breast with his fangs eliciting whimpers from deep in my throat.
“Um, how about… Wait. What the Hell was that?” I demanded sitting up and glancing around the large suite.
“Not familiar with that game,” Ethan said as he pulled me back down and went back to work worshiping my body.
“No seriously,” I said as I sat back up and quickly covered his God-Bod with the thick down comforter. “Someone is at the door.”
“Are you expecting a guest?” he asked clearly unhappy that ‘Wait. What the Hell was that?’ wasn’t a game involving foreplay, penetration or a blowjob.
“I’m not expecting anyone. Are you?” I asked with narrowed eyes as the knocking grew bolder.
“Are you serious?” he demanded.
“No,” I said sheepishly. I knew he was all mine. I was a jealous sort, but I wasn’t a dumbass. “But someone is at the door. Do you think it’s Mary-Harry-Larry-Scary?”
“If it is, she’s going to be headless shortly,” he growled.
“That is so fucking sexy,” I squealed as I jumped up, dragging the comforter and wrapping it around my naked body to answer the door. “Put the sheet over your Johnson. That’s my Johnson. No one else is allowed to see that behemoth.”
The really bad part of me was hoping it was Mary-Larry. I was prepared to drop the comforter and converse buck-ass naked with her while Ethan lay on the bed with the sheet tented up like he was posing for a porno. I wouldn’t let Ethan remove her head because that was wrong. However, if she didn’t give up soon, I’d be very tempted to have a go at her noggin.
Opening the door with a flourish and a very put out expression on my face, I was ready to rip Harry-Scary a new one only to be struck dumb by the nerdiest looking Angel I’d ever laid eyes on. He had curly red hair, a dad-body and a face full of freckles. WTF? It was midnight on a Sunday and I was in a guest room that was supposed to be empty. Who was this Heavenly dork looking for?
“Who the Hell are you?” I snapped as surprised as he seemed to be.
“Are you Astrid?” he asked, pushing his horn rimmed glasses up on his nose.
“Maybe,” I answered cagily, wrapping the comforter tighter around my body. “Who’s looking for her?”
“I’m Jeff,” he replied and put out a hand in greeting. “I’m here for your premarital counseling.”
“Astrid’s not here,” I lied with a smile, refusing to accept his outstretched hand. “She’s on vacation until next year.”
“Astrid, who’s at the door?” Ethan called out as he pulled his pants on and walked over.
“Um…” I stuttered, totally busted. “It’s Jeff.”
“Who the Hell is Jeff and why is he here in the middle of the night?” Ethan demanded as he opened the door wider and gave Jeff a vicious glare.