Not So Thanks in Advance (Warts & Claws Inc., #3)

by Clio Evans

What better way to start my campaign of getting in Jaehan’s pants than to begin on a Monday.

“I thought Inferna forbade overtime with the threat of being tossed out the window from the ninth floor?”

scowled. I shouldn’t be thinking about that… “I like how you look too,” I admitted. “Ah. So you can give compliments,” Billy teased. “Only sometimes,” I said.

“Charlie,” Billy said, his voice a low timbre. “Tell me now. What do you want for breakfast? A demon and a witch? Or some of the fucking bland eggs and toast.”

I smiled, relaxing. He was like a tentacled knight, wanting to fight off every demon that could hurt me.

“Your highschool sweetheart chained us up and told me about his revenge plot on you since you’re not gonna be his boyfriend,”

Alex made a noise, squinting. “Fucking hell. God damn it.” “Yeah, bud, I don’t think god damned us. I think you did.”

And hell, I want a fucking raise. I want a fucking raise and a bonus that will make my cock hard from how big it is.”

“She has an uncle, godfather, something. He owns a coffee shop but apparently he’s been around for awhile,” Art said, shrugging. “His beard catches on fire sometimes.” “Weird,” Anne said, shrugging. “I mean, we all have that uncle.”

“Yes,” Calen said, glaring. “But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t go.” “That’s what the blonde chick in horror movies says before she gets eaten,” Mich grumbled.