I'm That, Too

“I'll take a double shot of Dark Chocolate Mint drizzled in fudge and the leggy blonde in the back.”

I kicked Samael in the heel.  He caught my foot between his shoes.  Slick as snake oil, he grinned at the cashier.  A pimply twenty-something, she stared at Samael dreamily, then rang up the order wrong.

“Whatever you want, sir,” she said breathily.  “I'll give you whatever you need.”

Samael stroked my hair idly, and I felt evermore like his illegally purchased lap dog.  “What do you want, maggot?”  He leaned over, whispering into my ear.  “Something that melts on your tongue?”

I retched.

He shrugged, withdrawing to the waiting line.  His hand lingered at the small of my back.  

I grimaced, turning to meet the cashier.  Samael's spell over her ceased.  She plastered me with a bovine stare.  “Your