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be out of the ordinary. Theft wasn’t on the forbidden-activity list, but he’d pushed this angel pretty hard. It wasn’t beyond reason to think she’d decide any infraction of human law would warrant punishment. The idea was rather exciting. Hmm, what would an angel’s idea of suitable punishment be?
    Damn. That line of thinking was making him want to head back down State Street and see how far he could take things with her. He’d promised to leave her be tonight, and as hot and bothered as he was, Dar knew the best way to reel this angel in was to let her miss him a little. Instead, he’d do a bit of five-finger discount shopping, find a hotel more suitable for seducing an angel than the dump he was holed up in, then plan how he was going to get her up there.
    After masturbating like a crazed monkey.
    Damn, she was beautiful. And the fact she seemed reluctant to kill him was a plus. It would have been simple for her to lie and claim he’d violated the terms of his immunity. It would be her word against a deceased demon’s. The mystery of why she hadn’t killed him was just as intriguing as her mile-long legs. And their back and forth today.
    Dar snorted with laughter as he remembered the look on her face after he’d kissed her. This angel liked him. He’d seen the way she’d watched him last night, felt the way she had moved her body against his—and had definitely felt the way she’d explored his spirit-being. She’d been a hair’s breadth from losing control, and he’d gone to sleep last night with a serious case of blue balls. Hopefully tonight she’d sleep just as restlessly, tossing and turning as she dreamed of him.
    She was gorgeous. Plus she radiated fiery emotion, sweet kindness, unexpected humor—he’d never thought angels could be so volatile, so mesmerizing.
    Ain’t love grand? Well, maybe not love, but this weird fascination with someone powerful enough to kill him was pretty close. Now, to find the right outfit for wooing an angel.
    Not these shitty wedding dresses with their eighty yards of fabric and fake pearls. There had to have been a thousand of them spinning by as Dar cycled the loop of clothes around. Why did humans think such a voluminous dress would be suitable for pledging eternal love? Humans should get married naked. In fact, the guests should be naked too. Or forced to wear French-maid outfits.
    Finally, the endless procession of wedding dresses, and equally vile prom dresses, passed by and the men’s clothing began to circle around. He’d need a suit that was dapper, that reflected his sly nature. He needed a suit that wasn’t quite designer, that was edgy but with classic lines. Actually, he’d need several of them.
    By the time Dar left the drycleaners, he had four suits, a handful of lightly starched shirts, and two pairs of jeans. It was a lucky break that some dude was insane enough to actually send his jeans to the drycleaners, otherwise he would have been stuck looking like an advertising executive for the next few days. Shoplifting wasn’t beneath him, but he doubted he’d have time for visiting the mall beyond swiping a few extra pairs of shoes. There was way too much on his agenda already.
    Starting with a better hotel than the one he’d crashed at last night. One near the convention he’d be forced to attend while courting Asta.
    Sauntering through the gilded sliding doors of a suitably ritzy looking hotel, Dar punched the up button at the elevator and whistled as he waited. There was a sign by the concierge welcoming Cybercon attendees. Well, that was easy. With the conference in town, it would be a walk in the park to score a top room. The elevator door opened, and Dar surveyed his options. With a quick bit of demon know-how he’d bypassed the security controls and found himself on the restricted twenty-fifth floor.
    There weren’t many rooms up here, since they all took up nearly as much real estate as a two-bedroom apartment. Dar ran his hand along