Extra Virgin Gargoyle (Monster Between the Sheets)

by Honey Phillips

A gargoyle. She had been rescued by a gargoyle—and the most handsome male she had ever seen.

Alastair stared down at the small woman who had strayed into his woods. Her pale skin and golden curls seemed to glow in the sunlight that slanted through the trees. Big blue eyes sparkled up at him from behind black-rimmed glasses, and a friendly smile curved pretty pink lips. If it hadn’t been for the fact that he’d had the pleasure of holding that deliciously curvy body against his, he would have thought she was an enchanted vision.

“Blanche told you that Zelda was dead? How could she do such a thing?”

“Master Alastair?” Her eyes widened. “Alastair Bennington? You’re the one who has the job?” “Yes,” he said abruptly. “Is that a problem?”

“Yes, Angel. I want you to take the job.” She smiled at him before she realized what he’d said. “How did you know?” “Know what?” “My real name is Angel. Angie is only a nickname.” “I didn’t know. It just seemed… right.”

“I’ll see you in the morning.” The heat in his eyes—and perhaps the remnants of the blackberry cordial—gave her courage. “But I’ll leave the curtains open, in case you want to watch the way you usually do.”

She curled her other hand around one of his horns and pulled him closer. “Kiss me,” she whispered against his mouth and licked his lower lip.

“This is kind of nice, actually. I know you’re not going anywhere.” Never. The word hovered on his tongue again, but he only tightened his arms around her. “I’ll stay for as long as you want me.”

“You could move in with me,” he said quietly, his voice strained. “Then it wouldn’t matter if the business wasn’t successful.” “You’ve got to be kidding. I just told you—I owe it to Gran to succeed. I’m not some little pet you just keep around the house.”

“You mean while we’re making love?” “Yes,” he growled. “While we’re locked together.”