I knew I was going to have a bad day when the most arousing man I’d ever seen entered through the frosted glass door of my office.

He paraded in like it was his name on the sign outside.

My pulse quickened. I couldn’t fill my lungs with enough air. Desire snaked through my underused body. My mind flashed dozens of erotic scenes starring this perfect specimen of a man.

Not that he was a man.

“Turn that damn thing off.” I narrowed my eyes and straightened my back, aiming for the illusion of authority. I still felt like a puddle pooled on the floor.

He gave a sensual smirk, his bottom lip just the right plumpness to bite and suckle.

My body returned to normal like a switch had flicked from on to off. My panties were still soaked, though.

Bastard.

“My apologies. I didn’t expect you to be so beautiful, Miss Trenton.”

He had a musical quality to his voice, and even though he’d turned off his Charm, a shiver went down my spine.

I rolled my eyes. “Does that line ever work or do you just blast your victims with sexual dominance whenever you get hungry?”

He chuckled and smoothed his tousled midnight locks. “You’re not a fan of my kind, I see. Rather amusing since you’re one of us.”

His words prickled the back of my neck. “I’m nothing like you.”

“Your father is the most infamous incubus in Sheol. Surely some of that rubbed off on you.”

“I take after my mother.”

I tore my gaze from his enchanting eyes. Their color reminded me of ripe limes. Even with his Charm turned off, he was a very attractive man. His face, and probably the body under that expensive Italian suit, looked carved from marble, like a statue of a virile Roman hero come to life.

He lounged in the chair in front of my desk. His fingers drummed against the fake wood. Long, slender fingers, like a pianist. There is something about a man’s hands that makes me weak in the knees.

Not that I had any interest in being sexed up by this demon. Banging an incubus was worse than selling your soul to the devil. Addictive as hell. It ruined sex with anything that didn’t have a magical penis. And they were notorious sluts.

“You should be more welcoming to potential clients,” he said.

“I don’t service your kind,” I retorted.

My bills said otherwise.

He laughed, rich and thick, like a hot cup of coffee on a chilly winter morning. “Phrasing.”

I rolled my eyes again.

“You keep doing that, and they’re going to get stuck.”

Who did he think he was? My deadbeat mother?

“What do you want?” I asked. I wanted this conversation over so I could get back to my crossword.

His eyes raked down to my chest. “What every male that walks through that door wants.”

“I’m not on the menu.”

“Pity.” He straightened, adjusting the fit of his fine suit jacket. “My name is Killian Blackstone.”

Blackstone. He may as well said he was Al Capone.

Family names in Sheol were everything. Different family clans had varying levels of power. My family, the Raynes, held the most influence under Lilith, the queen. Namely because Dad was doing her.

The Blackstones came in second place.

In public, our families were besties. Privately, the plotting and backstabbing went both ways.

He knew who my father was and even if I were stupid enough to trust a demon, he’d be the very last one I’d turn my back to.

To quote the wisest Mon Calamari in the galaxy; It’s a trap.

“Is that supposed to impress me?”

“I’m not here to impress you, Miss Trenton. I need your services.”

I folded my hands in my lap, keeping a neutral expression on my face. “I’m not interested.”

He looked around the cramped office, barely big enough for the two desks squeezed inside. There were no couches for clients to wait on, just the second-hand chair he currently occupied. Most potential client’s first impressions didn’t exactly instill confidence in my abilities.

Looks can be deceiving.

His gaze returned to mine. “Let me be blunt. You’re going to lose this place if you don’t pay your rent.”

I clenched my hands into fists under the desk, out of view. “I can pay my bills just fine, thank you.”

“That is not what I have heard.”

My hands started to ache. “You shouldn’t believe everything you hear.”

“And you shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”

“Gift, huh. What is it? My birthday?”

“Making me happy could go a long way in finding your brother.” He smiled knowing that he’d just caught me in his snare.