Only 1 more day left….

“Ah, I do so love it when a beautiful woman curses.” Lucifer sighed blissfully.

“This isn’t funny, boss. I don’t want to protect that rude, ornery Scot.”

“Why ever not? It’s not as if you don’t find him appealing. You did, after all, screw him, more than once too according to my sin-o-meter.”

“I made a mistake. It won’t happen again.” Especially if she stayed away from the kilt-wearing bastard.

“I don’t care if you fuck him again or not, so long as you do your job, huntress. I am giving you a direct order. Protect my caddy. I need him to help me win this match, and you don’t want to see me upset.”

Noting Lucifer’s eyes blazed with the fires of Hell and smoke curled from his ears, Aella judged it more prudent at this point to hold her tongue. For now. She might not be able to take her ire out on the lord of the pit, but she knew a certain Scot she intended to tear a strip from.

“Of course, boss. Anything you say. But why wait until the morning to protect your investment? For all we know, your enemies plot now to take him out and weaken your game.”

“They have spies everywhere, you know,” Lucifer confided, peering around with suspicious eyes.

“Tell me where he’s at, and I’ll get right on it.” She might even spare his enemies the trouble and kill him herself.

“That’s my girl. Always eager to do my bidding. If only my own children were as well behaved as you.”

She couldn’t help screwing with him. “Shouldn’t you be proud that they don’t listen, though? I mean, isn’t disrespecting your parents one of the original sins?”

Lucifer scowled. “Impertinent snake.”

She smiled serenely.

“Don’t you give me that grin. I get that look often enough from Gaia when she thinks she’s bested me. Which she hasn’t. Ever. I wear the pants in our relationship.” He puffed out his chest and hitched his trousers. Aella could have sworn she heard feminine laughter.

“Sorry, boss. It won’t happen again.” Today. “So where is our skirt-wearing Scot? Getting sloshed in a nearby bar?”

“Actually, he’s getting his knob polished at my favorite brothel.” A crack of thunder rumbled the establishment. “Formerly favorite,” he yelled at the ceiling.

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Coming August 20th, A Demon and her Scot