The Devil Named Deimos

Deimos is his name, but I'd rather call him the Devil, because of how much he resembles Satan. Arrogant, rude, and insanely hot. The Devil was the perfect name for this man.

Ignoring his hand, I nod at him in acknowledgment. "Mr. Themis, nice to finally meet you." I give him the coldest smile I can muster then turn to sit down in the empty chair. He just stands there, dragging the hand I denied to shake through his inky black locks, and following my every movement.

"The pleasure's all mine, Ms. Vulcan." Hearing him direct his voice to me makes me visibly shiver, which I'm sure he noticed. His sharp jaw clenches as he watches me, his head tilted to an angle. He was pissed, and he had never looked hotter.

This dinner was going to be loads of fucking fun.