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there. “Of course.”
    He showed her to a table and held her chair for her. The tray he had been holding when he came in contained a selection of her favourites all on one plate—a small piece of steak, bacon, a quarter of a waffle, toast, fruit salad, Caesar salad and a bottle of soda.
    He took a seat across from her and smiled. “There is no surly server here to spark conversation, but I think we can make do.”
    She laughed and took a bite of the steak, smiling as the juices ran down her throat.
    He closed his eyes and tilted his head as if she had just caressed him.
    Blushing, she worked her way through the tiny samplings of food and sighed triumphantly when she finished. “How much of that did you get?”
    He had a dazed and aroused expression on his face. “I got every single wave of pleasure that the food gave to you and reflected as much of it back as I could, but it has been a few days since I have seen you and I was hungry.”
    She sipped at her drink and asked him the question that all women wanted to know. “Why me?”
    “What?”
    “Why me and not one of those buxom women who would have been climbing all over you, or those lady lawyers or the surly server at the bistro on our first date? Why was it me?” She bit her lip and held her breath.
    He smiled and took her hand, turning it in his own. “I have told you a bit about my people and the way that we get our nutrients. That we take from humans what they surrender in pleasure. Some demons take it in pain, some in apathy or cruelty, but my kind feed with pleasure.
    “What I did not tell you was that to seduce our prey, we shift our shape to take on the image that our food source desires most.” He smiled at her. “The shift occurs during first contact and it changes the very way that we think.”
    She blinked. “You didn’t change with me.”
    He lifted her palm to his lips and kissed it. “When you touch me, I turn to myself no matter the glamour that I am wearing or what you are thinking, I am always me. It was like this the moment that I touched you at that bar and every day that we have met since. You wanted me as I was and to one of my kind, that is the bond that will keep us together until we are both old and decrepit.”
    She blushed as he worked a trail of kisses from her palm to her wrist and toward her elbow. “Is that your sole reason for pursuing me?”
    “In you, I have found a woman who literally does not want me to change. In me, you have found a devoted servant who will provide you with anything you can think of and who will stand beside you in whatever you so choose.”
    Elhara was losing track of the conversation as he sent curls of pleasure up her arm. There was something familiar about the sensation, but she had no idea why. He had certainly not kissed his way to her neck on the day that they were go-carting.
    Her confusion must have gotten through to him. He pulled back reluctantly. “Would you care to see our home?”
    “Of course and while you show me around, you can tell me how a demon would come to have such an individual home.” She took his arm and let him lead her through his house, her bare feet pattering on the peculiarly warm crystal.
    The leprechauns had dressed her in a knee-length gown that wrapped and tied at her hip. It wasn’t her favourite colour, but it was currently all she had to wear.
    “Now, why would an incubus have an underground palace made of crystal, hmm?” She twisted her lips in amusement. Seduction was the most likely motive, but she wanted to hear what he had to say.
    “Centuries ago, the dark elves were prolific and filled the region with their underground palaces. As they died off, some of the palaces crumbled, but others remained, still and waiting for a new owner, new family to give life to it. This was one of them.
    “The demons have shifted their territories over the years and this home is on the edge of their properties. As an unmated male, I had the right to request my own home