A pissed off incubus blocked the office doorway. He caught me holding a possible magical artifact that did not belong to me in a place I did not belong.
"What are you doing here?" The voice like silk, though no hiding the dangerous edge.
I flashed an easy grin like I was happy to see him. “Hey, man, where the heck is the bathroom?”
"This area is private."
"Yeah, bathroomsshould beprivate."
“Put those down,” he hissed, zeroing in on the cuffs with increasing hostility. “Why are you interested in them?”
“It’s simple. Police handcuffs? No thank you. Sex handcuffs?Hell yes.”
He sneered. “Don’t play dumb.”
“I’m not playing!” Whoops, everybody just insulted Rob. “Are you telling me these aremagicsex cuffs?” I laughed. “Dude, you guys got scammed.”
“Shut up, you little—”
“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger.” I held up the cuffs like a shield between us. “I ain’t getting nothing here. Are you?”
He crossed his arms, not contradicting me. Guess he had doubts too. “Looks can be deceiving.”
Speaking of looks, I had to notice his. Raven black hair fell down straight to his shoulders like an emo kid who never grew up, his skin so pale even ghosts would urge him to get some sun.
Not really my type, yet he probably had his pick of partners. A delicate pretty thing offering a night of dark seduction.
"Why are you really here?" he wondered, words more like a melody than an accusation this time.
"Same as anybody, I’m here for a good time."
"Have you found one?"
Huh, I suddenly had trouble thinking in front of this skinny waif in the tightest black leather pants, even worse than mine. How’d he wear them without cutting off circulation? How were his hips still able to swing so fluidly as he came closer?
He stepped right into my space, crowding me. Alarm bells should be ringing but—he raised a hand to my cheek. The black nail polish looked totally campy and yet appropriate as he ran a finger down my face. “Tell me your name.”
“Rob.” Suddenly breathless and eager to please, it wasn’t enough. “Robin Thomas Walters. N-nice to meet you.”
His touch against my wrist made me shiver. The fleeting touch only lasted a second as he plucked the cuffs from my hands. God, those eyes, were they silver before? He really rocked them.
“Tell me, Rob,” he purred.
“Anything,” I promised.
“Tell me why you’re really here.”
“For the freaky sex handcuffs. There’s a guy who wants—oh.” Nope, bad idea, bad idea! “Oh shit. I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.”
His smile chilled me to the bone. “No, you probably weren’t.”
The silver vanished from his eyes. He no longer dripped seduction, only grim satisfaction at catching a thief.
He’d whammied me, putting me into a suggestible state with his powers and getting me to spill my secrets. He technically wasn’t supposed to charm me without permission, but I probably broke the rules first, what with the sneaking in here and potential thievery.
He advanced and I jumped back and fell onto the office desk behind me. I summoned my magic and threw up a literal shield just in time. The incubus growled, hitting the wall. A thin gray material protected me. Okay, good, this—
"Oh, come on.” The incubus laughed. “That’s the best you can do?"
