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ChapterSix
GINGER
“Are you sure about this?” I asked Mason over the phone a week after Damien reappeared in my life. I hadn’t told him about the miraculous resurrection, but he knew something was up and had threatened to come home more than once. He was finally doing it now, and I felt terrible about it. “Everything is fine here, I swear.”
“That’s fine, even if you’re lying through your teeth. Lacy’s ready to come back and see Mandy and I could use some time at home. I miss the food, believe it or not.” Mason said with surprise in his voice. “I can’t believe it, but I do.”
“I don’t believe you either. Although, we do have some good restaurants here,” I looked around the bar, currently empty, and tried to relax. I was on edge, but I had been every night since Damien came back into my life, riling up memories and dreams that had left me hot and sweaty every night. It would seem those dreams had left me irritable, as well, and that’s what Mason had picked up on.
“Yeah, we do. I’ll be back in a few days, don’t go on a rampage before I can make it back, okay?” Mason sighed over the line, and I didn’t bother to hide the way I rolled my eyes. He couldn’t see me.
“Fine, I’ll do my best not to burn down and villages or storm any castles until your home and can bail me out of jail. Happy?” I growled at him, but knew he only wanted to help. Still, it didn’t help how grumpy I was.
I needed sex, I knew that but none of the men or women that might prove willing appealed to me. There was something each one didn’t have, and I knew what that was, even if I hated to admit it. None of them were Damien.
How I hated him. Even in my dreams I still hated him but fucking him, kissing him, and everything else my brain told me it wanted to do in my dreams, despite how much I wanted to strangle him with my bare hands.
“Penny for your thoughts,” an all too familiar voice whispered in my ear from behind me and I turned with a jump to find the man himself behind me, a wolfish grin firmly in place.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, glaring at him with pure, raw hate.
“I was in town again and thought I’d see if you’d cooled off a little.” He hadn’t moved away when I turned, and his lips were right beside of mine. Close enough to kiss, but instead, he moved down to my neck, right to that spot he knew would make me a puddle at his feet. His lips grazed the crease in my neck, biting ever so slightly before his lips closed on the spot.
Fuck. I’m in trouble. I tried to breathe in, to get enough air in my lungs to shout him out of my club, but all that came out was something like a whimper of need. Damn him.
“I think that could be dangerous,” I answered him, though it came out only a little louder than a soft whisper. “I could still kill you, you know?”
“You could, but you haven’t, so I’m guessing you won’t.” He hummed the words against my neck, and my fingers itched to clamp down in his hair and hold him there. I held them still, my nails digging into my palms. “Just like last time, all I ask you for is one night, Ginger. Just one.”
“One night?” I asked but wanted to call the word back immediately. I hadn’t meant to give in, but it seemed my brain had other ideas.
“Just one, Ginger,” he ran his index finger down my cheek again before he drew it around to my chin to tilt my face up to his. “I will walk away if you want me to, at any time. But, please? One more try?”
“I can’t believe I’m allowing this,” I whispered, hoping he wouldn’t hear. I’d turned into a teenager overwhelmed by hormones and lust in a matter of seconds, all because he was here again, demanding I give into him, again. This was going to be a huge mistake, but I found it impossible to say the word no. “One.”
“Hmm,” he muttered, pulling back a little. “Are you sure about that?”
“I am. I just want to prove to myself, and to you, that you’re a lying motherfucker that can’t keep a promise to save his life, Damien. That’s all.” I ground the words out, feeling his teeth nip at my neck again in just the right way to make me shudder.
“I can handle that,” Damien said looking up to me with a crooked smile, his eyes alight with two dancing demons bent on making me their toy.
I wanted to fuck him, but I hated that I wanted to fuck him. How could I want to sleep with a man that I hated so much? It didn’t make a lot of sense to me, but I’ve been in stranger situations. Okay, not really, but I’ve been in some mind-boggling predicaments before, and I’ve always managed to find my way out of them. Or through them as the case may be.
I reached out to run my index finger along his jawline, noting the way the emerald-green sparkles in my nail polish shimmered under the soft lights overhead with delight. I was more delighted at how smooth the skin along his jaw was, and how right it felt to be touching him. Even if it shouldn’t feel right at all.
This was going to be a hate fuck, and nothing else, I decided, appeasing that part of my brain that still screamed about how he was the enemy and I needed to march far, far away so that I could launch a rocket at him from a safe distance. This was wrong, but I knew that going into it. There would be no hurt when he disappeared off the face of the planet tomorrow.
“Follow me,” I instructed, holding out the same hand for him to take.
I had a beautiful apartment, not far away, but far enough that I could leave this life here behind when I was ready to go home. I also had rooms of my own upstairs, decorated for private entertainment and my occasional attempts at fulfilling my body’s needs.
I acknowledged to myself that I’d caved in way too easily, but didn’t care. I’d dreamed about him for a long time, even before the last week that had tormented me with the memory of his touch every night. I wanted one more night with him, I finally admitted to myself, then I’d get rid of him, if he didn’t get rid of himself. I suspected he’d be gone by morning, anyway. He’d loved me and left me once, already, I knew what to expect.
“Are you sure I’m safe back here?” He asked as I closed the door on my private quarters, and flipped a light switch on.
“Of course, it’s safe, Damien. If I wanted to kill you, I’d have done it outside where all of my staff would have made sure you were really dead before they got rid of your body,” I leaned back up against the door, staring at him with narrowed eyes. I didn’t want him to feel too safe.
“We can go back out there if it makes you more comfortable, Damien.”
