Oh, Hell!

Damon

Ana just hugged the most gorgeous creature I've seen in centuries. This woman is beautiful from head to toe from her full wavy blonde hair, to her crystal blue eyes, to her full pouty lips. Furthermore, there is also a naughtiness behind her smile that I can't wait to learn more about. I think this Christmas has just gotten exponentially better, and I might have stumbled upon the greatest gift of all.

Ana smiles, “I'd like you to meet someone, Mish.”

I extended my hand to the gorgeous woman who Ana called Mish. “I'm Damon.”

She grins as she nods, “I am Misha.” Her sultry voice soothed my soul like a lullaby. We shook but as soon as her palm touched mine I felt it. She did too as I watched her pupils widen, and a brief smirk adorned her lush shimmering pink lips.

We held the handshake for a beat too long causing Ana to giggle. “You both can thank me later,” she said with a naughty smile.

We quickly pull our hands back. Misha spats, “You know I'm seeing someone.”

Ana rolls her eyes, “Ugh, you can do so much better.”

Well, shit. That just won't do! I'll play along until I can find a way to convince her to give me a try.

Yeah, I could compel her, but with her, for some reason, I want it to be real…I need it to be real.

I know she's curious to find out exactly what it was that she felt when we shook hands. I know exactly what it was, which makes me want her all the more. We go back to the table with her and I see who she said she was dating. I ball my fists.

He gets up to introduce himself. “I'm Justin.”

Fine, fucker, I'll play along for now. She would be seeing my fucking cousin. Fucking angels look like models with flawless skin, light eyes, and perfect hair. While we demons tend to have darker features and a lust for tattoos. Angels are the quaffed elite, while demons are rugged bikers. However, besides appearances, there are many differences between angels and demons. Demons are loyal to a fault while angels are our polar opposites until they find their mate. That's why I'm going to revel in taking his player ass down. “Damon,” I reply curtly. That fuck knows he's just using her, and I bet she's got no clue. Hell, he shouldn't even be on Earth right now unless he's on a mission. I'm betting there's no mission other than trying to get easy pussy.

Misha sighs, “Let's order. I need a drink.”

“Let me order because I bet I can guess what most of you prefer.” I'll just use my mind-reading ability—I can even do Justin's but he can't mine. Angels cannot master the arts of deception like mind-reading and compelling. But they can easily soothe their mark, making them nearly comatose, and they ooze charm, which they use just as we use deception. I decided to do Ana first. Wow, she really doesn't like Justin. She's pegged him correctly too. Yeah, I like her even more now. I can use her to break up Justin and Misha. “You're craving fries and a Bloody Mary extra bloody with an extra shot of Tabasco, Ana.”

Ana claps, “I fucking am!”

I smirk as I watch Misha's eyes go wide. “Justin, you want the sirloin medium with rice and a pint of the local IPA.” Justin shrugs. I know he hates that I can read him, and he hates me. He always tries to block his thoughts but fails miserably. “And Misha…” Oh, this woman, her thoughts swirl as if trapped in a whirlpool, but I pick up a few juicy tidbits of information. For example, I learned that she's not fucked Justin yet and that she's not planning to because he reminds her of an ex the more time she spends with him. Now that's very useful. Also, she is curious about me as her thoughts keep drifting to me. I can't help but smile. “Misha, you my dear, want the steak fajita nachos rare with a frozen blue raspberry margarita.”

“Oh, shit!” Ana exclaims.

Misha blushes slightly, “You're right I do. But do you know why I want something frozen when it's twenty-five degrees Fahrenheit outside?”

Oh, I will take this challenge! “Because when it's this cold out most people crave something warm to heat their insides. But you need something cold because your insides are already blazing,” I responded smirking, relishing my demonic nature.

Ana gasps, “Oh my god!”

Misha blushes. Holy hell, that just makes her even more attractive. “You're correct,” Misha says bashfully.

Ana looks at her friend. “He was right about our display too.”

Misha’s blush leaves her cheek as she sighs. “That's right, I forgot to ask how you both met. Sorry, I'm a crappy friend.” I inwardly smile because I know that she didn't forget and she's not a crappy friend. She was just too caught up staring at me to ask. Justin flags down our server who happens to be fairly attractive. I catch him stealing glances at her too. Oh, I think I'll have some fun with this too. Midway through the meal, Justin excuses himself to the restroom. I noticed the server disappeared not long after.

Ana slaps her fork onto the table, “Mish, I don't know why you put up with him.”

“I know it's none of my business, but he seems either distracted or into that waitress.”

Ana says, “Exactly, he's a player. It is about time someone pointed it out beside me.”

“The relationship is their business though. If it's open then what harm is flirting?”

Misha looks down, “It's not open.”

“Does he know that?”

“Of course he fucking does!” she snaps. Hearing her curse makes me want to laugh. It's so out of place and such a damn turn-on!

“Maybe he needs to be reminded because isn't it odd that he and the waitress are nowhere to be found? It's been ten minutes. We are ready for dessert, or a check, or at least another round,” Ana says.

I use my powers to find them. I can weed out thoughts to find who I'm looking for. “I'd bet they're in the ladies’ room with the door locked.”

Ana grins devilishly, “Well, I can pick them. Let's go, Mish!”

Misha gasps, “What? No!”

Ana shrugs, “Suit yourself but I am.” Ana gets up and marches off. Misha looks at me pleading. I shrug because it is not my call to tell her to stay or go. She rushes after her friend.