The story involves a rigidly structured estate assessor who finds a bit more than she bargained for in the back of an old cupboard... Enjoy!
His hair was a crowning glory, long and wild, with pitch black curls tangled together, as if he had just come from a fight or a session of wild sex. Or as if he had just fallen from the sky.
He seemed very real. And she wanted him.
"Are you a demon?" Suddenly, the realization that she should probably be scared for her life occurred to her.
His sudden smile was nearly a sneer as he drew his lovely, plump lips up over even, white teeth. "Some might call me that, yes," he answered. "But I am older than that mythology, I believe."
"What do you call yourself?"
"Myself," he shrugged with disinterest, smoothing a palm over her blanket-clad hip. "Mortals are so obsessed with labels and designations," he sighed. "It would be amusing if it didn't make for such dull thinking."
She sighed as his hand slid to cup her buttocks.
"Some have called me Eros. Others, Lucifer," again he shrugged. "I am both of those things, and neither. I am what you want me to be. I am whatever is needed by the woman I serve."