Page 14 of Angels Don’t Date

“Indeed. Do you want another cookie?”

I blinked and then let him feed me another piece of heavenly chocolate chip bliss. I accidentally scraped his finger with my fang and then the taste of him went through me like a jolt of lightning. I scrambled away from him, hands covering my mouth, horrified with the way his taste pulsed through me. The pleasure was so intense, it was like unboxing fifty glorious princess dresses. Also the cookie. I stared at him, gloriously golden, bare-chested, and absolutely delicious from the top of his golden head to his fingers. Hm. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to touch a shirtless angel even if he did have internal bleeding.

I turned and grabbed Mitt where he watched in the shadows. “Shirt.” He let me pull it off him, irritable yet resigned. I hurriedly pulled it over the angel’s head and then backed off, like he was a very dangerous angelic tome. He was worse than that. Heavenly fire. Dangerous, but different than any other danger I’d ever faced. Dangerously delicious.

“You shouldn’t smell so good after a war. You haven’t even showered.” I slapped my hands over my mouth again. Seriously? I said he smelled good? I needed to cut out my tongue!

He flashed me a smile as dangerous as it was glorious. “You must like the smell of war. Maybe you should go sometime.”

Mitt snorted. “Don’t give her ideas. And now that you’ve got a shirt, feel free to join the other potential candidates in the library.”

The angel looked at him curiously. “And you are?”

“Not a contestant.”

The angel raised a brow. “You’re her secret lover?”

Mitt huffed. “I see to the Princess’s nutritional needs.”

“Her personal blood bank?”

I rolled my eyes and started pushing the angel towards the door. He didn’t resist, just let me push him and his sculpted back out. He needed a thicker shirt. Five of them. “Don’t bother Mitt. He already has to put up with me. What, you think a princess wouldn’t have escorts? Go to the library and behave.”

I gave him one final shove out the door. He glanced at me over his shoulder, expression amused, gorgeous eyes dancing. “I’ll be an angel.” He winked at me and then strode off, whistling, like I hadn’t forcefully removed him from the space.

I sighed heavily once he’d turned the corner and went to collapse on the nearest chair.

“I knew he’d be bad, but I didn’t know he’d be this bad. Who comes on a reality TV show with cratered armor and internal bleeding?”

“And who makes internal bleeding look that good?” Mitt said drily. He bit a cookie, frowning as he analyzed the contents and then spat it out in the garbage. “They aren’t poisoned.”

I blinked at him. “Oh. I didn’t even think of that. I really am an idiot.”

“I mean, it is poisonous, but not to you. Did he put angel’s blood in these things? I think he did. Nasty.” He went to the sink and ran the water, putting his face under the faucet with his huge tongue lolling out so it could wash off all the crumbs.

“Why would he put angel’s blood in cookies? Is that normal?”

He straightened up and gave me a look. “I imagine he was trying to poison you. Happily, because you’re a born vampire and on the virtuous side, it wouldn’t have any effect. I heard that he liked to go to vampire dens and poison the residence as he ‘let’ them feed on him. Weird compulsion. Particularly bothering to bake poisoned cookies with a dislocated shoulder.”

We stared at each other until I looked around for Mini to give her feedback about the situation.

“She’s not here. She had some other business to attend to.” He frowned, as though he didn’t approve of whatever it was.

I beamed at him and leaned close. “She’s so adorable. We’ll miss her while she’s gone.”

He gave me a squint. “Sure. Who else will you objectify the males with?”

“Not you.” I cocked my head as I studied him and his bare chest. “Unless…”

“Not me,” he growled, disappearing back into the shadows.

I hesitated and then ate another cookie. If he was going to try and poison me with his blood, that meant they were mine.

Heavenly deliciousness. Without the angel to distract me, I could really focus on the baked goods. More like baked best. So, so good. Maybe it was the angelic blood that added a little euphoria to it.

By the time I’d eaten half of them, I was slightly dizzy, woozy, and blissed out, and then the angry camerawoman came in to gesture at me.

“Why aren’t you in the library?”