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Damon gave her a lazy smile then sat down beside her. "I got the message."
What message was that? How badly she wanted to undress him and then slather him in cream cheese and eat him like her morning bagel?
"Yes. Well, sorry. I'm not normally so rude." Or so orgasmic. Should she apologize for that, too? No, better to write that off as an anomaly.
Damon flashed perfect white teeth at her. "It's all right. I took you off guard."
Not nearly as much as with the full court nipple-press he'd put on her.
She took another sip of the wine. This one more of a gulp. At the rate she drank, she'd need him to walk her back to her door.
Time to bring the conversation back around to its original point. "What answers do you need from me?"
He set his wineglass on the end table, then turned to fully face her. He rested his arm on the back of the sofa, brushing the ends of her hair with his fingers. "Do you normally hang out in bars infected with darkness?"
There he went into that demon thing again. "By that I'm assuming you mean the marids and not the fact Daggers caters to the whole low lighting motif."
"You know what I mean." The back of his hand stroked her cheek. Intense desire curled around her heart.
"Yes. And I'm not so sure they were after me. Looked more like they were chasing you."
He gave her a smile one would use to indulge an idiot child. "Normally humans can't see them. That's what makes them such a danger to you."
"So why did we see them tonight?"
"I don't know the answer to that yet, but I intend to find out. Until I do, promise me you'll not venture in there."
"I go to Daggers all the time and never havea problem. It's where my contacts hang out and I network."
"Even your contacts are dangerous. Believe me when I say your friend tonight had less than your best interests at heart."
"And who are you, my guardian angel?"