Daemon laughed. “I’m only at the service of one person in particular."
My cheeks flamed as I scooted my chair over. “You are not servicing me in any way.”
He leaned in, closing my newly gained distance. “Not yet.”
“Oh, come on, Daemon. I’m right here.” Dee frowned. “You’re gonna make me lose my appetite."
I fiddled with my glass, not looking up. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Depends,” he replied smoothly
“Other than what I felt when I saw how good you looked in those jeans this morning?” he asked.“Daemon,” I sighed, trying to disregard the girl in me that screamed HE NOTICED ME! “I’m being serious.
***“Kat, look at me.”
I wasn’t looking at him? My legs gave out. And then there was nothing. No Daemon. No thoughts. No fire. No Katy.