Page 24 of My Demon Assistant

Jerry pursed his lips thoughtfully, his brows furrowing. "Wait. Do you even have the experience and credentials you mentioned in your résumé?"

I winced, then shook my head. "I don't. I only came to the human world a few months ago. The résumé is fake, but I did not influence yours or Carol's judgment in any other way, I promise."

Jerry watched me for a long, uncomfortable moment before nodding.

"Okay. Well, like you said, I can't sense if we're mates or not, but I have no reason to doubt you, especially since my friends know and trust you."

I relaxed, a loud breath whooshing out of me as relief filled me.

"But, if you want to date me, you can't keep this job."

"What? Why?" I liked being Jerry's assistant, taking care of him and making sure he wasn't too stressed out. I also didn't want anyone else to do that for him.

Wow, I'd never known I could be a possessive man, but here I was.

Jerry shook his head. "It's too much of a power imbalance. I'm your boss."

My brows shot up. "Uh, did you forget everything I told you? I'm a demon. If there's any power imbalance, it's skewed very firmly in my favor. It's not like I need the money. I could leave this job at any time, but I don't want to."

"Why?" he asked, and he honestly sounded puzzled.

Reaching across the desk, I took his hand in mine. "Because I like taking care of you. This place is precious to you, something you and your friends built from the ground up. I know you give it your all, and I want to make sure you don't harm yourself while doing that."

Jerry stared at me, a look of complete shock on his face. Then he rubbed at his face with his free hand, while the other stayed firmly in mine.

"I, uh..."

"Let me continue working here, Jerry. Please?"

Jerry swallowed hard, then nodded slowly, and I smiled.

Jerry

Fuck, he had such a beautiful, happy smile. His blue eyes were sparkling like sunlight on the surface of the ocean, and I couldn't look away.

"Will you go on a date with me?"

I blinked hard to get my head on straight, then gave him a blank look. "Huh?"

"A date," he repeated with a softer smile. "Would you like to go on one with me?"

"Ah, yes," I agreed quickly, then frowned. "But we'll need to wait until the weekend. Kat will hear about that project we worked on soon, and if she does, we'll need to craft that contract. It'll be a busy week."

Eshim frowned, then nodded thoughtfully. "That makes sense. I don't want to wait five whole days, though," he said with a pitiful pout, making me smile. For how big and tank-like he was, he could certainly be cute when he wanted to.

Suddenly, his eyes brightened. "Oh! How about a low-tea home date? I can bring dinner, and we can watch a movie?"

My lips curved up of their own accord, and I cleared my throat. "You mean lowkey?"

Eshim blinked, then gave me a look that clearly meant 'that isn't the part of the sentence you should be focusing on!'

Chuckling, I put him out of his misery. "That does sound fun." Honestly, I'd gotten over the whole elaborate dates thing a while ago. It was a whole lot of doing things without actually spending any time getting to know each other, and a date at home sounded much more enjoyable.

"Awesome! Then I'll be at yours at seven. I should get back to work before someone comes wondering where I am."

Before I could say a word, he picked up my coffee mug, murmured that he'd get me a replacement since it'd gone cold, and left the room.

I stared after him, needing a moment to catch up after his quick exit. Wait. Had he saidtonight? Holy shit.

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