The waitress from the other night stood behind the bar, wearing a low-cut bodycon dress and flirting with a pair of women on the other side. Unlike the rest of the women here, she showed only a bit of cleavage—but it was enough to be tempting.
I gazed at her for a few moments, then turned back to Eros who was sitting next to me. We were back at The Lounge, waiting for Lucifer, and I was doing everything that I could to keep myself calm.
It wasn’t Lucifer that made me nervous, but Mom’s stories of him that did. A fallen angel with cold eyes and a passion for deception.
“Is he scary?” I fiddled with my fingers and leaned closer to Eros.
“No,” he said. “But you might think so.”
I sipped my white wine. Well, Dani, there was no going back. Since Eros traveled to his kingdom often, I was bo
