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    Just got here. Will be inside soon.
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    There was no name linked to the number, but as soon as her drinks arrived, she pinched them each in a hand and glided toward the back of the bar. With one more glance over her shoulder, she swung the back door open and I was able to slip in with her. The door slammed shut behind me, and both Claudette and I winced.
    The room was simply decorated with black leather love seats and a couple of club chairs. In the center was a square glass table on top of a cream-colored rug. Claudette sank into one of the love seats, setting one martini glass on the table and tipping the other to her perfectly rouged lips. Svelte legs crossed at the knees, and she bounced one foot up and down.
    I barely moved; didn’t dare breathe or take another step for fear of a creaky floorboard. After what felt like an eternity, a crack sounded through the room, sizzling the air with sparking electricity.
    â€œThere you are.” Claudette took a bored sip, slowly savoring the smooth gin sliding down her throat.
    Directly in front of where I stood, she materialized before me. A gasp strangled in my throat, and I clapped a hand over my mouth to stop the cry from escaping. Her long, fire-engine red hair fell in Veronica Lake waves down her back and over one eye. A tight, black dress hugged her endless curves in a way that was sexy and still classy. There directly in front of me was Mia—my Succubus Queen.
    My boss.
    My killer.

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    M ia walked in a circle around the perimeter of the room, her three-inch heels clacking against the hardwood planks. Her hard eyes scanned the room as she rounded the back of the couch.
    â€œGood evening, Mia.” Claudette smirked, berry lips curving on one side. “Your highness,” she added with a tilt of her head.
    Mia’s hand shot up, halting all conversation. As she drew nearer and nearer to me, she inhaled deeply, pausing just a few feet in front of me. Her eyes circled the general area I stood in, and she sniffed a handful more times, eyes flitting around my face. Even though I knew in all rational parts of my brain that she could neither see nor sense me, panic rose in my throat. Did I wear too much perfume tonight?
    She closed her eyes and released a sigh, her ample chest deflating with the breath. “Was anybody else in here prior to your arrival, my friend?”
    Claudette appeared genuinely concerned by the question. After a pause, she shook her head. “I don’t believe so, Mia. Why?” Her eyes narrowed, and with a gentle touch she brushed her bangs from her curled eyelashes.
    Mia’s eyes narrowed, and her gaze drifted down my body before circling the surrounding areas. “No reason.”
    As much as I wanted to exhale when she moved on, I stifled it, knowing my Queen would have been able to hear. And even though I was invisible, she could still reach out and touch me if she wanted.
    â€œHow is business going in your sector?” The leather groaned as she sank into one of the club chairs, lifting the martini glass without even asking whom it was for. She was the Queen—without a doubt, it was always for her.
    â€œBusiness is well. The girls managed to bring down a pastor just recently.”
    Mia’s eyes fluttered closed as she sipped the martini, swishing the gin in her mouth before she swallowed. “Ink bruised the gin this time.”
    Claudette raised an eyebrow. “Still so particular, I see.”
    â€œYou’ll learn, my friend, that that’s the only way to achieve greatness. If you wish to convince Saetan to promote you to ArchDemon of North America, you should learn to be more particular.”
    We don’t have an ArchDemon of North America—the regional managers run their sections and report to Saetan’s VP of sorts. Unless . . . was Claudette trying to create a position? Just for herself?
    Claudette curved back into her seat, seemingly deflated by the comment.