Free A Demon And Her Scot (Welcome To Hell) by Eve Langlais Page A

out. Preferably in a painful manner.”
    “Glad to hear it because I already promised your services to another, and by the sounds of it, you’re already better acquainted than expected. Starting tomorrow morning, you’ll be protecting my new caddy by posing as his girlfriend.”
    It didn’t take a genius to figure out whom he spoke about. “Like fucking hell.”
    “Ah, I do so love it when a beautiful woman curses.” Lucifer sighed blissfully.
    “This isn’t funny, boss. I don’t want to protect that rude, ornery Scot.”
    “Why ever not? It’s not as if you don’t find him appealing. You did, after all, screw him, more than once too according to my sin-o-meter.”
    “I made a mistake. It won’t happen again.” Especially if she stayed away from the kilt-wearing bastard.
    “I don’t care if you fuck him again or not, so long as you do your job, huntress. I am giving you a direct order. Protect my caddy. I need him to help me win this match, and you don’t want to see me upset.”
    Noting Lucifer’s eyes blazed with the fires of Hell and smoke curled from his ears, Aella judged it more prudent at this point to hold her tongue. For now. She might not be able to take her ire out on the lord of the pit, but she knew a certain Scot she intended to tear a strip from.
    “Of course, boss. Anything you say. But why wait until the morning to protect your investment? For all we know, your enemies plot now to take him out and weaken your game.”
    “They have spies everywhere, you know,” Lucifer confided, peering around with suspicious eyes.
    “Tell me where he’s at, and I’ll get right on it.” She might even spare his enemies the trouble and kill him herself.
    “That’s my girl. Always eager to do my bidding. If only my own children were as well behaved as you.”
    She couldn’t help screwing with him. “Shouldn’t you be proud that they don’t listen, though? I mean, isn’t disrespecting your parents one of the original sins?”
    Lucifer scowled. “Impertinent snake.”
    She smiled serenely.
    “Don’t you give me that grin. I get that look often enough from Gaia when she thinks she’s bested me. Which she hasn’t. Ever. I wear the pants in our relationship.” He puffed out his chest and hitched his trousers. Aella could have sworn she heard feminine laughter.
    “Sorry, boss. It won’t happen again.” Today . “So where is our skirt-wearing Scot? Getting sloshed in a nearby bar?”
    “Actually, he’s getting his knob polished at my favorite brothel.” A crack of thunder rumbled the establishment. “Formerly favorite,” he yelled at the ceiling.
    About-to-get-burned-to-the-ground brothel was Aella’s first irritated thought after the announcement. Before she could ask which establishment the Scot doomed with his presence, the Lord of Sin disappeared in a puff of smoke.
    Dammit. Nails only half done, Aella hopped out of her chair. She didn’t rush because of the news her Scot hadn’t even waited an hour to find something he could screw. Of course not.  Why would she care? I don’t. He can fuck—grrrr---whomever he likes. However, her boss had given her a job, and she intended to do it to the best of her ability.
    And to do that, she needed to find the two-timing bastard.
    It wasn’t hard to track down Niall. A giant red-haired Scot in a kilt wasn’t something seen often in the inner ring of Hell, and given his less than discreet destination, he was much too easy to follow. With each step she took toward the bordello, her ire increased.
    How dare he demand her services as a bodyguard? As if he could just order her up like a menu item. And Lucifer had agreed, the troublemaking prick. So what if the job promised to be an easy one? Aella had better things to do than to babysit one old-fashioned Scot—who’d made her body sing then dumped her on the cold floor. Who even now looked to dip his scurvy cock into another pussy. The bastard.
    When she was finished with him, he’d have to