Personal Demon
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“Like a smack upside the head for stealing from me?”
His eyes glinted and he bared his teeth in a grin that sent a delicious shiver through me. “Perhaps next time.
Tonight—” He waved at the party below. “Tonight is for genteel, civilized solutions. Tonight, you are the sixteen-year-old debutante and I’m the cad who swiped your watch and is holding it for ransom.” He slid around to face me and dangled the watch between us. “So what would I get?”
“A smack upside the head.”
He chuckled.
“But, if it’s genteel solutions we’re looking for…”
I leaned forward and kissed him. His lips parted against mine in a kiss as sweet as any I’d hoped for when I had been sixteen, fending off insistent hands and wet lips, dreaming of something a little more…genteel.
We kissed until a noise from the hall made me pull back. I opened the door and peeked out. It was just Max making his rounds of the second floor. An exchange of thumbs-up and he went on his way.
Jaz still sat where I’d left him. “I don’t suppose you have any more jewelry I can steal.”
I took back my watch. “I do, but you’re not going to get it—or find it—that easily.”
“No?” That devilish glint returned to his eyes. “Don’t be so sure. I’m a master magician—”
My phone vibrated. I answered without speaking, as instructed.
“Five minutes to show time,” Bianca said. “Is Jaz up there?”
I relayed the message to Jaz. He looked as if he was trying to decide whether we had time to pick up where we’d left off. I settled the question by laying on my stomach and peering through the peephole at the party.
Jaz stretched over me, his body grazing mine. “They have no idea what’s coming. Supernaturals could take over the damned world if they wanted, and humans couldn’t do a thing to stop it.”
“Nah. Too much work.”
“True. Let them keep the bureaucracy; we’ll just reap the rewards.”
Still crouched over my back, he moved his lips to my ear and used the excuse to brush along me, groin rubbing against my rear.
“See anything you like?” he whispered.
“Hmm?”
“Necklace, bracelet…new watch?”
I gave a soft laugh and shook my head.
“Oh, come on.” He pointed to a fur-trimmed stole on a chair. “Dead animals?” His finger moved to a marble bust on the buffet table. “Butt-ugly statue?”
“No, thank you.”
“No? How about the keys to that sweet new ride? Might be your only chance to trash a Jag. Say the word and it’s yours.”
I rolled over, still under him, looked up and knew he was only half joking. If I asked for something—for anything—he’d get it for me. Steal it for me. I fought a shiver of excitement.
His mouth moved down to mine—
My cell phone vibrated, bouncing along the floor.
“Time to move,” he said with a sigh. A moment’s hesitation, then he got up. “But I am going to get you something. A surprise.”
 
WE SNUCK DOWN the rear stairs and met Guy in the back room with Sonny and Max. We five would be on the front line, while Bianca, Rodriguez and Tony worked from the wings.
“Outfits there,” Guy said, pointing at a pile of staff uniforms as we walked in. “Masks over there. You have five minutes and counting. Pull ’em off and get ’em on. Faith, there’s a closet for privacy—”
“Here’s fine.”
Sonny tossed me the smallest server uniform. I faced the corner, peeled off my T-shirt and pulled on the uniform top. It smelled of knockoff perfume with a faint touch of body odor. As for the former wearer, presumably she was tied up somewhere. Bianca, Max and Tony had been luring servers out for the past twenty minutes, getting their uniforms. It wouldn’t be long before someone noticed a marked decrease in waitstaff.
“Sonny, here.” Guy handed him one of the masquerade half-masks. “You and Max go. Your trays are right around the corner. Jaz, stop fussing with the damned tie, get out there and start charming. Faith—”
“Stay with you. I know.”
He handed me my mask, and I put it on. It covered the top half of my face. I blinked, getting accustomed to it.
When the others were gone, Guy snapped on a mask, tugged at his tie, then rolled his shoulders. From the waves rolling off him, it wasn’t anxiety he was fighting, but anticipation. There was probably no one in the gang who didn’t get off on this, to some degree. That’s why they were here—to exercise their powers for profit and, yes, for fun.
The swirl of chaos…about to turn into a maelstrom. I looked away so Guy wouldn’t see my reaction.
“You ready, Faith?”
“Yes, boss.”
He smacked a hand against my back. “You’re doing just fine. We’re about to give those talents of yours a real workout. You know what you’re doing?”
“I’m your bodyguard against chaos.”
A deep laugh, all traces of the reserved leader vanishing. This was Guy in his element.
“Ready to have some fun?”
“Yes, sir.”
He put his hand against my back and guided me from the room.
 
HOPE: CRY HAVOC
 
 
The appearance of waitstaff in masks had caused little stir, even among the servers themselves. All were contract employees, and probably didn’t even notice their coworkers had changed. The girls noticed, though.
Soon each of the guys was surrounded by a coterie of admirers, cajoling them to take off their masks. Even Sonny was playing it up, making motions toward his shirt and, I guessed, offering the teens the choice between having him remove that or the mask.
Jaz had the birthday girl in his circle and was doing an impromptu magic show complete with sexy smiles aimed her way. Her parents watched indulgently, whispering to each other, probably trying to decide what kind of tip the catering service should get for this unexpected extra.
“Stay close,” Guy murmured as we headed for the front of the room, where the hood of the Jag protruded through the doors. A man stepped in front of us and fixed me with a sloppy grin.
“Did they save you for the second shift, cutie?” He waved his glass my way. “I’ll take another Scotch. And there’s a twenty in it if you just bring the bottle.”