Page 14 of Demon Unleashed

Enya pulled his head to her and tenderly pressed her lips to his. Oddly, her kiss seemed to push the migraine back down to where it had come from. He responded to her kiss, swiping his tongue along the seam of her lips until she parted them and granted him access. Suddenly, the pain was forgotten and their tongues danced, mated. Reluctantly, he severed the kiss.

“Mmm. That helped. Thank you.” He pulled her hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss into her palm.

A few minutes later, they sat down at the dining table and began to eat. The sun had set while Enya had given him the most incredible blow job he’d ever had. Candles on the dining table and soft music from the sound system contributed to the romantic ambiance he’d created to make her welcome.

That Enya wouldn’t need any romancing to get her into bed, he’d gathered from their first encounter. But it wasn’t simply about getting her into bed; it was about making her feel special. So special that she would fall for him and trust him. Fucking wasn’t the problem. They had plenty of chemistry when it came to that—more than he’d expected. Now it was time to romance her and to play the man a woman like her needed: strong and demanding, yet totally devoted to her and fulfilling her every wish. In other words: pussy-whipped. The strong and demanding part came naturally. The rest he could fake. The prize was worth it: the annihilation of the Stealth Guardians, and making Enya his personal sex slave, something he’d dreamed of from the day he’d first laid eyes on her.

“I needed this after the week I had,” Enya said after taking a sip from her wine.

Seeing an opening to get her to talk about herself and hopefully the Stealth Guardians, Zoltan asked, “Trouble at work?”

She gave a one-shouldered shrug. “I wouldn’t call it trouble.” She seemed reluctant to elaborate.

“Well, stress might not look like trouble, but it’s all the same. I should know. Some weeks I barely have time to eat. Hey, but I knew what I was in for when I went into business for myself.”

He’d not only taken Eric Vaughn’s condo, but also his life, then researched the real Eric’s backstory to make sure he kept as close as possible to the truth, while wiping out as much of the man’s electronic footprint as possible, erasing records that could lead somebody to believe Zoltan wasn’t who he pretended to be. He knew that Enya would do a background check on him eventually, if she hadn’t done so already. “Sometimes the workload can get overwhelming.”

“It’s not that. In fact, it’s been quiet the last week. Just like the week before.”

“Well, that’s good, isn’t it?”

“Not really. I get nervous when nothing is happening.”

“Hmm.” Had Enya noticed that he’d pulled demons off Baltimore so that they didn’t get in the way of his plan? “You didn’t mention what sector you’re working in”—he raised his hands—“and I’m not gonna ask now, but could it just be seasonal and that’s why it’s quiet right now? I mean, in my field, it gets frantic just before the year-end, and then there’s a bit of a lull.”

She cast him a hesitant look, as if she was assessing how much to tell him. Zoltan shoved a forkful of food into his mouth so he didn’t appear too eager for her answer.

“I work in security,” she said. “There’s never a quiet time in my business. That’s why I’m worried. It feels like the calm before the storm.”

This wasn’t good. Maybe he should send a few demons to Baltimore, sacrifice a few pawns to alleviate Enya’s suspicions that something bigger was brewing.

“Have you talked to your boss?” he asked.

“That’s just it. I brought it up with my superiors, and they don’t seem to be too concerned.”

He shrugged. “Then maybe it’s nothing.” He lifted his glass. “It would mean you can spend more time with me.”

She clinked her glass to his. “When you say spend time, did you mean…” She motioned to the living room, where only minutes earlier they’d fucked like rabbits.

“That’s a start. But sex isn’t all I’m after. I enjoy your company.”

Enya smiled and drank from her glass, then ate a bite from her plate. “By the way, this is delicious.”

“Thank you.” He winked at her. “I picked it up myself.”

Enya’s eyes sparkled with humor. She looked even younger when she smiled, something she didn’t do much when she was in the company of the other Stealth Guardians and fighting his demons. Tonight she was different, more relaxed. Was it the sex that had softened her? Or the fact that there was no audience? Nobody who could judge her?

“Do you do that a lot, getting food from a restaurant and pretending you cooked it?”

He finished chewing. “Why don’t you ask what you really want to ask?”

“Which would be?”

“Whether there are a lot of women in my life.”

To his surprise, Enya blushed at that and focused her eyes on her plate. “That’s really none of my business. I was just curious whether that’s something men do these days to impress women.”

Enya was cute when she was lying. “I don’t know if that’s what men do. It was my first try.” Zoltan waited until she lifted her head again and met his gaze. “And clearly I’m not very good at hiding the truth from you.”