Page 27 of My Demon Assistant

Now that I'd had some time to think about everything I found out yesterday—and had it really been just yesterday?—I couldn't help wondering what his true form was like. Would it be scary? Or was there a possibility I would find it...interesting?

I had hooked up with my share of people, and while I'd never been with anyone supernatural—as far as I knew—there was such a thing as animated porn, and I might've watched a few of them.

"Jerry?"

I almost dropped the remote when I jumped, and Eshim placed a warm, big hand on my thigh.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," he murmured, and I glanced at him to find him watching me with blue eyes full of concern.

"I got lost in thought," I admitted sheepishly, before biting my lip. "Can I ask you something?"

Eshim blinked, then tilted his head, his expression part curious, part hopeful. "You can ask me anything you want, and I'll do my best to answer."

Smiling, I nodded, then fidgeted with the remote. "What do you, ah, look like?"

He gave me a confused look, then seemed to realize what I was asking. "Um, I'm taller, around seven feet, and my skin has a grayish tinge. Not sickly, more like a cool, bluish gray? And I have horns that look like a crescent moon lying on my head. They're white, and kind of sharp. Oh, and I have four arms."

My mouth had fallen open at some point during his description, but it snapped shut at that. Four arms? He had four arms?

Suddenly, an image of what it would feel like to have four hands on me all at once filled my head, and I shivered.

"You don't ever have to look at it," he murmured, and I frowned.

"Huh?"

"I can imagine you find it scary," he said, face full of understanding, "and that's okay. I won't shift in front of you."

"No, that's not—" I shook my head. I did not want to make him feel self-conscious about his true self. I'd seen Lux's, and judging by Gunner's familiarity with him, I had to assume he spent more time at home in his true form.

I wondered if Eshim did the same. If this human form was more like a bodysuit to him than an actual part of him. That had to be uncomfortable, right?

Turning to face him, I placed my hand on his arm, squeezing slightly. Fuck. Was he just as muscular in his true form? Because that was hot.

"It doesn't sound scary—I promise. I would like to see your true form."

Eshim sucked in a breath, the surprise clear on his face. "Now?"

Well, I hadn't meant that, but I couldn't find it in myself to say no, so I gave a reluctant nod instead.

He swallowed hard, then said, "Okay. But if you're uncomfortable or scared, just say the word and I'll shift back. I'll still be me, and I won't hurt you. Ever."

The vehemence in his voice had me nodding instantly, and he watched me for a long moment before getting to his feet.

The movie I'd been about to start was all but forgotten, and I dropped the remote on the couch and turned to give him my full attention.

He took a few steps back until he stood near the doorway that led to the front door, and then stopped.

I watched him with bated breath as he exhaled, his form flickered, and suddenly, there he was.

Eshim, in his true form.

His description had been spot on, including the crescent moon on his head. The central curved part of the crescent was attached to the top of his head, his blond hair hiding the exact spot, and two sharp curved horns stuck out on either side.

His ears were slightly pointy, and while his eyes were the same, if a touch bigger, his facial structure was clearly not human. His eyes were a little further apart, his nose a little wider, his lips full and plush.

I took one look at his arms and swallowed hard. Fuck, to be wrapped up in them...

Standing up without a thought, I stepped closer to him until I had to crane my neck to meet his eyes and we were in touching distance. He stood stock-still, as if afraid of spooking me.

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