Tuesday, March 13, 2007
New Beginning 239
The day showed no sings of improving. By the time she got to the restaurant, after chasing him all over the city for the better part of the afternoon, Tera was grumpy and hot. Her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead and her feet swelled and burned in her sister's too-small shoes.
"Gods know you could use all the help you can get, Tera. Your legs are decent, at least. You just need some real shoes."
Some people had a gift for giving kind advice. Her sister Lexie was not one of them.
Tera minced her way into the cool, dark interior of one of Miami's most exclusive restaurants, pretending she was ready to meet a demon she didn't know and order him around on behalf of her employers.
High heels, hell. She should have worn a suit of armor.
“One moment.” The maitre d’s casually outstretched arm stopped Tera short. “Do you have a reservation?”
“Ah -- yes. No. Yes. I’m meeting with Mr. Abaddon.”
“Really?” He looked Tera up and down, and she imagined how she must look after hustling across town. She dabbed at her forehead with a tissue. “This way,” he said.
Abaddon sat in a corner booth, a stained serviette tucked into his collar and a half-eaten entrée in front of him. “Please, sit down.” His voice trickled like warm chocolate. “Shrimp Fra Diavolo,” he said, holding up his loaded fork. “Delightful.”
Tera slid into the booth.
The demon put down his fork, chewed thoughtfully, and swallowed. “Delightful,” he repeated as his gaze invaded her. He could kill her with a thought, she knew. “We'll get down to business in a moment," he said. "But first, a bit of advice, if I may . . . ?”
Tera wasn’t sure she wanted more advice today, and certainly not from Abaddon.
“Those Jimmy Choos are exquisite, of course," he said, "and they’re almost your size; but you really shouldn’t wear open toes with your feet.”
Opening: December Quinn.....Continuation: ril
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