She gave him a confident smile, her eyes running up and down his body, undressing him before he could even take off his clothes.
And usually, Azriel saw someone like her as a challenge and would strip to their gaze, but currently, he only stood there and watched her.
"Come on to the bed, handsome," the woman beckoned him with a finger.
But Azriel didn't feel the need to, didn't even want to.
"I'm sorry," he said, "but you have to leave."
The lady laughed. "Okay, if you want us to go to another chamber..."
"No, I want you to go home while I sleep in my bed," Azriel clarified.
The demon sat up. "What?"
"And please, be quick, I have a long day tomorrow."
"Are you refusing me?" The demon asked.
"Look...," Azriel tried to recall her name. Diana? Danielle? Dana? Did it even start with a D? Usually he forgot names if he was thoroughly drunk.
"Look, lady..."
"It's Janelle," the redhead hissed.
