Satan by Jianne Carlo

Author:Jianne Carlo [Carlo, Jianne]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Hartwood Publishing
Published: 2015-04-01T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Angel was half-way across the kitchen before she spied the television screen. She recognized Damien Duval, the morning news co-anchor for WBCN, glanced at the microwave clock, and a bolt of white-hot panic hit her.

She glimpsed Satan’s jean-clad ass, realized his head was in the fridge, and hunted frantically for the TV’s remote. She took off the second she saw the black stick lying on the counter, snatched the device, and hit Off right as Damien announced, “Stay tuned for Ange—”

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. She pressed a palm to her chest certain her heart would smash through her ribs at any moment.

“That was quick.” Satan, holding a foil-covered dish, shot her a wide grin. “You look incredible. Love the bow.”

Too terrified about her near miss to fake a smile, she blurted, “Can’t take credit for the idea. Jess suggested it. I thought it might be too assumptive. You know, me being your Christmas present.”

She wore a full-length, sleeveless navy dress with a square neckline. The straps of the gown crossed in the back and tied into a large, silky bow at the base of her spine. One tug and the entire outfit would slowly slide off her body.

“I’ll be sure to thank her next time I see her. Why’d you turn off the TV?” He walked over to her and kissed her forehead before heading to the oven.

“Didn’t feel like listening to the world’s woes. How about we have a media-free and tech-free couple of days? I turned off my cell when I got here. According to Arianna Huffington, it’s a proven immediate de-stressor.”

She crossed her fingers. He was so going to hate her when he found out she was Angel Dare, WCBN’s “Hostess with the Mostest.” Even she hated the ridiculous catch phrase.

“Fine by me. I wanted to catch the weather report, but I can check weather.com, or are you suggesting a total tech blackout?”

Her knees wobbled, she grabbed onto the counter, squeezed her eyes shut, and sent a fervent thank-you to God, Vishnu, Allah, and every deity she’d ever studied.

“I didn’t bring my laptop. Why not go all out and do the total tech-free thingy?” She gnawed on her lower lip and prayed he’d agree.

“It’s a deal. I’ll have to send out a text to my team first though and tell them to call the land line if they need me. Just in case there’s an emergency.”

Relief swamped through her. She relaxed and enjoyed the view. The man had a fine ass, and she admired his thighs and rear when he bent and pulled the oven door open.

He stuck the dish on a shelf, closed the door, and spun around to face her. “Coffee?”

“Yes, please. What can I do to help?”

“Nada. The frittata will take forty-five minutes according to Destiny.” He placed a mug under the coffee spigot and stabbed a button. The machine whined. He picked up his cell from where it lay on the counter and his thumbs flew over the keypad. “There. All done.

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