Page 88 of Hell On Earth
Megan grinned. “This skirt is so long you wouldn’t have seen anything if you’d put them on for me anyway.”
“I just like touching you.”
I could feel Hades glance at me and smothered my smile.
“No taking them back off,” I said. “You’ll have to wait until next time.”
He frowned at me, and the grin I was holding back broke free.
“I’m ready,” Zotera said, interrupting the moment.
I glanced at her by the stove where she was holding the soufflé. She radiated excitement.
“I’ll be right back,” Megan said, disappearing with Zotera.
“Please make me aware of any other opportunities for touching tonight,” Hades said to Oanen.
Oanen nodded, and Megan reappeared, grinning.
“Eugene was definitely happy to see Zotera and said not to rush our date.”
Hades’ arm wrapped around my waist. “Are you ready?”
“What are the chances no one notices what we’re doing?” I asked.
“Fifty-fifty,” Megan said.
I glanced at the three of them and decided I could live with those odds.
“Let’s go.”
Megan and Oanen left first. The room bent around me and reformed as a sidewalk on a quiet street. The air was warmer than in Maine, which wasn’t saying much since we had snow, but still chilly.
“It’s not far. I figured we could walk a little,” Megan said. “Better than attracting attention by appearing on a busy street.”
The walk to the restaurant was short but fun. Oanen tipped Hades off that walking behind us could be just as enjoyable as walking beside us, which had Megan grinning and hooking her arm through mine.
“Go ahead and enjoy the view,” she said over her shoulder. “This dress didn’t come with any underwear.”
Oanen groaned. She laughed and added an extra sway as she walked.
“I’m glad you said yes to this,” she said, patting my arm.
“Me too.”
With her heat keeping me warm, we reached the restaurant before I started to shiver.
Hades held out my chair for me—a bit of advice from Oanen—and took the opportunity to drop a kiss on my shoulder.
“This dress is perfection on you,” Hades whispered.
I turned my head, bringing our mouths close. His gaze flicked to my lips, and it was all the encouragement I needed to steal a quick kiss. When I pulled back, one hand stroking his cheek, I could see the hunger in his gaze.
“Thank you for the help,” I said. “But you should sit down now.”
The hunger in his gaze only grew.
“Temptress,” he murmured before taking his seat beside me.
