by Jayce Carter
No one was there.
“Now?” Becca led the way. Her harem pants rode low on her voluptuous hips and swished around her legs. Her tie-front crop top hugged her ample boobs. Both garments were iridescent blue that matched her eyes.
In her office, she gestured Zoe to the needlepoint sofa that faced the antique desk. Displayed on the cabinet behind it were numerous photos of Becca and Eric, a minor god she’d met and had fallen in love with when he’d come there for treatment.
Melancholy hit, followed by dread. Zoe worried another staffer had found her man and now that guy was going to work here like Daemon. A new enforcer would cut even deeper into her territory. The only thing she had left.
Rather than sitting, she squared her shoulders prepared to defend her turf.
Becca smiled cautiously. A sure sign she wasn’t certain what to do, like when she practiced her witchcraft. Poor thing had been studying hard but managed more misses than hits when she concocted spells or potions. If not for her mom, Rowena, helping with those things, she would have been shit outta luck.
Zoe lifted her chin and got bolder than she felt. “Is this about Constance?”
Another BFF and the resident voodoo priestess here. Given that Constance liked men big time, it was a miracle she hadn’t been the first on their team to hook up.
Becca frowned slightly. “What about her?”
“Shouldn’t she be in here, too?” Seemed reasonable if she had a once-in-a-lifetime romance to gush about.
“No. She’s with a client, removing some of his memories.”
Zoe suspected those involved the dude’s former girlfriend that Constance wanted him to forget. “So the client is the one she’s in love with?”
“Love?” Becca pressed her hand to her chest. “Oh, my God, is she serious about someone? I didn’t know she was even dating on a regular basis. What have you heard?”
Confused, Zoe shook her head. “Nothing. Is this about MJ?”
She was a genie who’d used to live in Daemon’s ring before he set her free. Currently, she was his and Heather’s houseguest and also worked there granting wishes to clients for a price. Like Constance, MJ enjoyed doing the nasty with guys. Little wonder she’d found her man. “She’s hooked up with someone?”
“You mean permanently?” Becca’s eyes widened. The heavy black makeup surrounding them made them appear larger against her fair skin. “I don’t think so. Daemon had to separate her and a were earlier. They were really going at it. Once she left him, she had her eye on a warlock. Have you heard or seen something different?”
“Uh-uh. I thought you knew something and wanted to tell me about it in here.”
“Oh…no.” She made a face and shook it off. “This is about business. We’ve been really swamped this year, so I’ve decided to expand. I’ve already talked to the building’s owner about taking over the entire floor and renovating it for our use.”
Zoe’s tension drained away. “Cool. You want me to keep the workers in line in between my other stuff?” She slammed her fist against her palm. “I’ll be happy to.”
Becca stopped fingering her short red hair. “I don’t want you to kill yourself by working so hard.”
“How could I do that?” She frowned. “I’m already dead, not to mention immortal.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Becca waved her hand dismissively. “I want you to enjoy your work.”
That funny feeling returned and made Zoe queasy. “Who says I don’t like what I do here? Oh, hey, is this about Daemon horning in on more of my stuff? Uh-uh. He’s already keeping the clients in line for the other staff. I don’t need him to do that for me. I’m capable. Hell, I’m a better enforcer than him. I do not want him anywhere near my customers.”
“No problem. He won’t be.” Becca cleared her throat. “Stefin, Anatol and Taro will be here for that from now on.”
Footfalls rang in the hall.
Three guys strode into Becca’s office, their movements fluid and assured. Each looked thirty or so, in mortal years, and had dressed in black, their shirts silk, their boots and pants elegant, like bouncers wear at an elite club.
No one was dancing in here, especially Zoe.
A faint sulfur scent emanated from the unholy trio. Flames flared briefly in their eyes.
Demons. The trouble she’d sensed earlier.
She froze, too stunned to move or speak.
The guy in the middle was easily six-three and nicely muscular, his blond hair shoulder-length. His rough good looks, bronze complexion and stubble put the va-va-voom in virile. Sin filled his light gray eyes, his mood dangerous and predatory.
Her belly fluttered.
He winked.
Disquiet and lust rolled through Zoe. Her legs went watery.
The guy on the right proved equally tall and powerfully built. Beautiful, he had rich-chocolate skin, dark eyes and long hair worn in dreadlocks.
Those babies would feel awesome gliding across her naked boobs and thighs—until he screwed her over like every other male had done.
She steeled herself against his allure.
He smiled.
A freaking dimple dented his right cheek, his grin an unusual combination of boyish mischief and raw sensuality.
Her pussy creamed.
Hot didn’t begin to describe the last guy’s masculine features, deep-blue eyes and thick auburn hair. Those wavy locks trailed past his ears and curled on his neck. His stubble called to everything female within Zoe, as did his height, big body and the assured way he regarded her.
The guys’ enticing sulfur odor enhanced their musky scents, making the mixture wanton and unashamed. Their impressive cocks pushed against their flies.
She bet each of their rods jutted from blond, black or auburn curls.
The room spun.
“Guys.” Becca lifted her reddish eyebrows. “This is Zoe.”
The introduction seemed to come from far away, Becca’s voice muted by the ringing in Zoe’s ears. She tried to respond but only managed an odd noise, part grunt, mostly a groan.
Becca edged closer. “Zoe, this is Anatol.” She gestured to the black hunk with the dimple. “Stefin.” The blond god in the middle winked again. “And Taro.” The blue-eyed hottie regarded her intensely. “They’re our new enforcers.”
Each looked in charge already, their stances saying they wouldn’t budge one damn inch for anyone, especially a female demon.
Becca offered a nervous smile. “You’ll be working with them from now on.”
Working with or for, as in taking orders, yearning helplessly then losing out as she had with the last man in her life?
Like hell.
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About the Author
Jayce Carter lives in Southern California with her husband and two spawns. She originally wanted to take over the world but realized that would require wearing pants. This led her to choosing writing, a completely pants-free occupation. She has a fear of heights yet rock climbs for fun and enjoys making up excuses for not going out and socializing.
Jayce loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website details and author profile page at https://www.totallybound.com
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