Tiffany
“I could ask you the same question for just barging in without knocking, Freya,” I retort, pushing myself off Asmodeus and standing up. My face flushes red when I notice my demon mate is hard. But I try to ignore it as I straighten my clothes to regain some composure.
Freya’s eyes dart from me to Asmodeus and then back to me again. Her eyes widen with surprise but also...is that fear?
“Asmo...” she stutters, taking a step back from the door.
Asmodeus stands up, brushing invisible dust off his clothes. “Good evening, Freya,” he says nonchalantly as if she isn’t a stranger but someone he has known for years.
I find it funny, but Freya doesn’t seem to share my opinion. Her eyes turn into small slits.
“Good evening? Are you kidding me?!” Her voice is filled with disbelief as sh
