was trustworthy enough, he had plenty of money and no wife which would please her mom and he was still attractive for a man of his age, in a silver fox sort of way. When she looked into his warm brown eyes while handing over the number she didn't feel the flicker of fear she felt every time she looked into Kaden's.
He thanked her for the number and returned to his office, folding the slip of paper and popping it in the front pocket of his jacket. Hazelle went back to work, a little bewildered, resisting the temptation to call home and make sure Kaden was keeping out of trouble. It was like a constant itch she knew she couldn't scratch, should the infection spread. She had to ignore it, to show that she didn't care about him, didn't think about him, didn't need him.
At lunch she ate a chicken salad sub and sent mom a text, not mentioning the potential date coming her way. She wasn't one to interfere in the love life of others and perhaps that was why hers was so bleak, or at least it had been, taking a surprisingly exciting turn of late, one she'd invited but not one she'd ever expected.
At five on the dot she grabbed her jacket and clocked out of work, walking to the mail box on the corner to post a few letters and then headed across the street, rummaging through her purse for the car keys. She wasn't paying much attention to where she was going and bumped into someone, rebounding off them and almost falling, managing to steady herself at the last second. She looked up to give a garbled, embarrassed apology, the words in her throat staunched when she saw the simpering, sickening smile of Chris.
“What are you doing here?” she gasped, her throat constricting as she shook from a combination of anger and adrenaline. She wanted to run, to flee from him, more than she had done when Kaden had appeared naked and horny in her basement. Kaden was a demon but Chris was a snake, a stalker and a master manipulator.
“Relax...I was just passing by. This is purely coincidental,” he said casually, his hands in his pockets, glancing over his shoulder at the office block she had come from, “I didn't even know you'd changed jobs.”
“You're a liar. I know you checked up on me. You wouldn't have been able to resist.”
If they hadn't been in such a public place she wouldn't have dared to talk to him in that way, knowing how much it must have been infuriating him, knowing she would have to pay the price for it. As it was she knew he couldn't touch her in public, with so many witnesses to see, and he knew that she knew that. He was more cunning than than he looked.
“You're not as irresistible as you think you are,” he sneered, but regardless of his words she could see the desire in his dark eyes to have her, to possess her, to own her completely.
“Leave me alone,” she said harshly, marching away from him with her head held high, trying not to cry, trying not to show any weakness he could use to his advantage. She knew how his twisted mind worked and she was determined not to let him touch her ever again.
“What's the rush?” he shouted scornfully, “Hot date?”
She ignored him. He must have known her life had been empty, lonely, lacklustre and loveless. It was still loveless but she couldn't deny how exciting Kaden was, how something as simple as his touch enticed her, how she wanted more even though she refused him at every turn. Chris would mock her more than anyone if he found out she'd tinkered with the black arts just for a bit of affection.
He wouldn't find out. How could he? Kaden didn't exactly have demon stamped on his forehead or
He thanked her for the number and returned to his office, folding the slip of paper and popping it in the front pocket of his jacket. Hazelle went back to work, a little bewildered, resisting the temptation to call home and make sure Kaden was keeping out of trouble. It was like a constant itch she knew she couldn't scratch, should the infection spread. She had to ignore it, to show that she didn't care about him, didn't think about him, didn't need him.
At lunch she ate a chicken salad sub and sent mom a text, not mentioning the potential date coming her way. She wasn't one to interfere in the love life of others and perhaps that was why hers was so bleak, or at least it had been, taking a surprisingly exciting turn of late, one she'd invited but not one she'd ever expected.
At five on the dot she grabbed her jacket and clocked out of work, walking to the mail box on the corner to post a few letters and then headed across the street, rummaging through her purse for the car keys. She wasn't paying much attention to where she was going and bumped into someone, rebounding off them and almost falling, managing to steady herself at the last second. She looked up to give a garbled, embarrassed apology, the words in her throat staunched when she saw the simpering, sickening smile of Chris.
“What are you doing here?” she gasped, her throat constricting as she shook from a combination of anger and adrenaline. She wanted to run, to flee from him, more than she had done when Kaden had appeared naked and horny in her basement. Kaden was a demon but Chris was a snake, a stalker and a master manipulator.
“Relax...I was just passing by. This is purely coincidental,” he said casually, his hands in his pockets, glancing over his shoulder at the office block she had come from, “I didn't even know you'd changed jobs.”
“You're a liar. I know you checked up on me. You wouldn't have been able to resist.”
If they hadn't been in such a public place she wouldn't have dared to talk to him in that way, knowing how much it must have been infuriating him, knowing she would have to pay the price for it. As it was she knew he couldn't touch her in public, with so many witnesses to see, and he knew that she knew that. He was more cunning than than he looked.
“You're not as irresistible as you think you are,” he sneered, but regardless of his words she could see the desire in his dark eyes to have her, to possess her, to own her completely.
“Leave me alone,” she said harshly, marching away from him with her head held high, trying not to cry, trying not to show any weakness he could use to his advantage. She knew how his twisted mind worked and she was determined not to let him touch her ever again.
“What's the rush?” he shouted scornfully, “Hot date?”
She ignored him. He must have known her life had been empty, lonely, lacklustre and loveless. It was still loveless but she couldn't deny how exciting Kaden was, how something as simple as his touch enticed her, how she wanted more even though she refused him at every turn. Chris would mock her more than anyone if he found out she'd tinkered with the black arts just for a bit of affection.
He wouldn't find out. How could he? Kaden didn't exactly have demon stamped on his forehead or
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