make a vat of beans-n-franks for Elle and then move her down to the Basement of Hell. I didn’t give a damn who she de-haired down there.
“Darling?” Elle called out as she entered the office looking more gorgeous than I’d ever seen her. Her lavender silk robe hugged her new curves and matched her eyes. Her beauty slayed me. “Your cell phone is ringing off the hook. The name that comes up is Nightmare Whackjob. Is that truly someone’s name?”
“Umm… kind of,” I said with a grin as I pulled her onto my lap and breathed her in.
Her scent was intoxicating. My body relaxed instantly, and my mind felt calm. Holding my lover was far less destructive than blowing up buildings or computers—and far more pleasurable.
“You smell good enough to eat,” I said, nibbling at her neck.
“I feel quite sexy,” she purred, pressing her lips to mine. “You don’t mind my bizarre weight gain?”
“I love it,” I said truthfully. My pants grew uncomfortably tight and visions of making love to my Siren consumed me.
And then my cell phone rang… and rang… and rang. The effect of knowing my mother was at the other end of the call was like dipping my dick in ice water.
“Is Nightmare Whackjob anyone I know?” she asked with a laugh.
“My mother,” I told her with a chuckle as I let my head fall back on my shoulders and ignored the call.
“I thought you blocked her,” Elle replied, tracing my lips with her finger.
“Yes, well, she cut a little deal and I unblocked her,” I explained. “It’s temporary.”
“You should probably call her back. It’s been ringing for an hour.”
“Shit,” I muttered, knowing Elle was correct. Hopefully, my mother had news as to how long Elle’s lady time was going to last. There was no way I was going to share that with my lover though. I could still feel the violence simmering under the surface.
“Call her and I’ll meet you back here in a few,” Elle said as she stood and moved away for me. “Martha and Jane are bringing their friend to meet us.”
I felt the loss of her heat immediately, and I didn’t like it. I hated watching Elle walk away from me even though I knew she was simply going to get dressed for the day. My need for her was obsessive, addictive, and every kind of perfect. She was my reason for being.
“That’s the first meeting?” I asked with a wince. Just when I thought the day couldn’t get any worse… it could.
“Yep,” Elle said with a laugh. “And they’re bringing cookies.”
“Wonderful,” I lied through my teeth. “Can’t wait.”
Chapter Eight
“Darling, I spoke with Sadie,” my mother informed me from her end of the call. “She’s beyond thrilled about Elle and said she’d get herself to Hell ASAP. The other Sirens in Kismet have stopped killing men during sex for the most part. She feels it’s safe to leave them for a few weeks.”
“Seriously? Sadie is coming here?” I snapped.
Why in the name of everything dastardly would Elle’s mother want to come to Hell for her daughter’s period? Not that I didn’t enjoy my mother-in-law’s company—she was a wonderful liar, but this was getting out of hand. I wanted Elle to myself.
“Yes, seriously,” my mother hissed. “This is one of the biggest events in her daughter’s life, you jackass. Hang on a sec, sweetie.”
I pulled the phone away from my ear as my mother began to scream at someone.
“I can’t do a double,” she shrieked. “I split the crotch of my pants the last time I did that. Those pants were one of a kind. NO DOUBLES.”
I really hoped she wasn’t shouting at my father. There was only so much a son wanted to overhear.
“A double is out of the question,” she continued at a decibel that could be heard for miles. “If you say that word one more time, I shall electrocute you. And I’m being kind, jackhole. Usually, I give no warning.”
I was so tempted to hang up, I could taste it. However, I was hoping for a bit more information.
“Sorry, darling,” my mother said in a calmer voice. “My pole dancing instructor wants me to do a double twist dismount. I won’t do it. I have a sneaking suspicion that she wants to punish me for my teeny tiny mistake at the competition in Belize.”
“You mean poisoning your competitors?” I asked.
“That sounds awful when you say it that way, Lucifer,” she chided with a giggle. “And yes, my coach was