Asta smiled at the blond man and ran a hand down the non-existent wrinkles of her skin-tight lycra mini dress. His eyes followed the motion, sparking with desire. If she hadn’t spent so much time with Carter in the last week, she wouldn’t have noticed the odd fire in his gaze, or that instead of making her feel guilty, his lust sent a shudder up her back. He opened the door wide. She walked in, placing the steps of her stiletto-clad feet in a line to ensure her rear swayed as she passed by. He was completely silent as she sat her oversized bag carefully down on the table and turned to him. “Bottle?” He was obviously trying for a cool, imposing tone of voice, but the guttural rasp that came out betrayed him. Carter was already enamored of her, and after being with Dar, she knew what worked for a demon. “Of course.” She smiled enigmatically, and saw the result it had on the lower portion of his torso. “And afterward, I’d like to apologize. Profusely.” Yep. Demon or not, he was going to bust out of those pants in a moment.
