Renee
How could she have let herself get carried away? Or believe, even for one moment, Damon might have feelings for her? He was a playboy. An incubus. Like all the slutty men in the universe poured into one. She wasn't sure what was worse: being used for s*x or as food.
"You're amazing in bed, Damon. Too bad you're an arrogant jerk about it," she said to herself and raised her beer in a mock toast to the empty airline seat next to her. She had overheard him talking to that succubus. Then Sofia offered her a limo ride to the airport and a private jet to take her to Boston.
Renee's cell phone buzzed across the leather seat beside her, and with a sigh, she answered, "Hey, Mom. What's up?"
"Renee, how are you? Is everything okay?"
Leave it to her mother to act like the world ended becau
