The Demon King of Lust

Chapter 28

As I look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I find myself asking a question I've never had to ask before: How much cleavage is appropriate for a dinner meeting the friends of your demon-slash-bodyguard-slash-kinda-boyfriend?

I'm wearing a bright pink maxi dress with a deep v that ends just above my belly button.

"How conservative are these people we're going to dinner with?" I ask, poking my head out of the bathroom. Kieran is buttoning his shirt—a long-sleeve burgundy dress shirt with a velvet-like texture. It cascades over the contours of his sculpted chest like it's made of liquid.

Damn.

"Do you seriously think I have conservative friends?" he asks, turning to look at me with a raised brow.

"So this isn't too much cleavage?" Before I can fully step out into the room, he replies.

"Nope."

"What? You didn't even see it before you answered."

"Don't need to," he says, his gaze settling on my chest. "There's no such thing as too much cleavage."

"So you won't care if your friends check me out?" I tease.

He laughs and shakes his head.

"First off, they're a couple. Ava you already met, and Zane, who I can pretty much guarantee will have zero interest in your body."

Is that an insult?

I rest a hand on my hip.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He wraps his arms around my waist and smirks.

"It means he's totally fucking whipped—completely obsessed with his wife. The guy only has eyes for one girl."

"Oh... that's kind of sweet really. What's the second thing?"

"Second thing?" His eyes fall to my lips, clearly distracted.

"Yeah you said 'first off...'"

"Oh yeah. Second—they can look if they want, that doesn't bother me. You're stunning; of course they're gonna look."

"So you're not concerned with people checking me out?"

"You're a stripper, Babe. If I were insecure about people looking at your body, we'd have a pretty big issue."

"So you don't have a problem with me dancing?"

He laughs and rests his forehead against mine.

"As long as you're not giving the kind of dances you gave me last night."

I giggle and shake my head.

"No, that was a little more full-contact than usual."

"I don't care who gets to see you naked—that's just business. And you're damn good at it. Watching you up there was incredible."

"If you don't get jealous, then what was with you and Omar the other night? And that guy at the bar for that matter?"

"Yeah well..." He shrugs and steps away, adjusting his shirt. "That was a new feeling for me. Some things... I guess, yeah, I want them for myself."

"What things?"

"You're gorgeous. People have eyes. People are going to look, people are going to want to touch you... you handle all that. It doesn't bother me that someone else wants to touch you, it bothers me when I think that you might want them to."

He sits down on the side of the bed and begins slipping his shoes on, then continues.

"And I fucking hate when someone else makes you laugh. I want to tear their fucking guts out and wrap 'em around their neck." He pulls the laces on his shoe extra tight.