His Unexpected: A Demon Romance (COMPLETE)

Chapter Nine - Debut

Ash

My skin burned everywhere Blaise had touched me, and I was a creature straight from Hell. I wanted her to come back, to feel her skin over every inch of mine, scorching and delicious and raw. I wanted to feed the little spark of desire I'd felt when I squeezed her thighs into a roaring flame and smolder. But when she let down her walls, showed me her complete trust and allowed me to see the nuclear core that was her soul, the demon half of me became all too aware, and all too interested. And when she didn't shy away from my darkness, it became obsessed.

I needed a shower.

The cold water helped wash my skin of any lingering sensation, but I couldn't forget how it had felt. Blaise was more powerful than even I had realized, and her energy mixed and swirled with mine into something dizzying. Her hands sliding over my shoulders had me feeling high, and I didn't want to come down. Not until I realized that it wasn't just the human parts of me that were curious about her. My demon still glared from within me, angry with me for pulling away when Blaise got too close. Don't we ever get to have any fun?

But even without my dark half's involvement, Blaise was just beginning to trust me, and I wanted to uphold my end as much as I could. I wasn't going to push her, or test her boundaries any more than I had to for the job. In the glimpse she'd shown me of herself, I'd felt a heaviness. The burden of memory. I knew what kinds of things she'd seen in her father's mansion without having to ask, and I knew why she'd been afraid of the man who now owned her.

Yet, she trusted me now. Maybe not completely, but enough. By the time she'd left the room, her demeanor had shifted, and she no longer seemed like she wanted to flee. She felt light, hopeful, even teasing. I wanted to preserve that. I needed to keep her trust.

I was much more level after showering, and took my time drying off. The place we would be going to dinner was less busy the later it got, and Blaise seemed like a night owl. Plus, after our trip to the "celebrity supermarket," I figured she'd be more comfortable somewhere low-key. I was halfway through getting dressed when my phone dinged with a text from Mandy, and I remembered I'd never snagged the chance to ask Blaise about her social accounts. With a quick swipe, I opened the text, and headed for the door.

"Shooting you the rest of last week's pics via email. Does Blaise have social media?"

It seemed our heads were in the same place. I sent a quick reply and slid my phone into my jeans so I could start buttoning my shirt. When passing Blaise's door, I paused, surprised to see it open for a change. Blaise lay backwards on her bed, her long legs stretched out and her feet propped up on the headboard, with her headphones blaring in her ears and a magazine open. She wore high-waisted shorts— her signature, I was learning— with a lacey green bralette and a black unbuttoned t-shirt. She must have noticed my presence, for after a moment, she tilted her head back to see me and waved.

"Ready to go soon?" I asked as she pulled her headphones down, and found myself curious about her lack of metal attire. I didn't think I'd seen her out of a band t-shirt since she'd come here, save for the pool. Blaise glanced back to her magazine before setting it aside and sitting up. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw the giant pentagram on the back of her shirt with a band name I couldn't read inked in the middle.

"What?" Blaise asked as she stood, and pulled the button-up shut. "Is it too much?"

"No, not at all," I said. "I just find it funny that you were worried about me being a demon, when you're the one sporting pentagrams on half the clothes you own."

Blaise glanced at her back, and then back to me with wide eyes, before she slapped a hand over her mouth and burst into giggles.

"Oh my God," she gasped through laughter. "Does this make me a hypocrite?"