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wondering what I could possibly do to pretend his deep, husky voice had come from my mouth, when I realized he was right.
    I'd been so taken with her appearance of lightness and grace and sex that it hadn't sunk in yet it wasn't an effect.
    She was a nymph.
    From her silky white blonde curls and violet eyes, right down to her dainty little ankles.
    I'd bet my wand on it.
    And since when did Al call a stranger Doll? That was my name.
    "Why hello." The blonde nymph tilted her head as she smiled at Al. The motion caused her soft curls to cascade over her shoulder.
    "How ya doin'?"
    I almost dropped Al. I'd never heard him seriously flirt with anyone but me before. A casual compliment here or there, sure. Al was a total ladies’ man. He loved women. Young, old, human, non. It didn't matter. He could be shameless at times. It was part of his charm.
    But he was never serious. It was more reflex for him.
    There was nothing casual or offhand about his tone of voice now.
    Al was utterly smitten.
    I was kind of irked.
    I had my own demon lord and it would never work between Al and myself anyways, but I'd never had to share his attention or his affection.
    Except with Bigfoot. But I still think that was deliberate. Al wanted to make me jealous.
    I wasn't sure he even knew I was in the same room, much less holding him at the moment, he was so totally focused on the nymph.
    "Hi. I'm Kate Storm." I casually shifted Al to my other side as I held out my hand. "I own Love Required. What can I do for you?"
    She smiled, ignored my hand and reached out to Al instead. "You are gorgeous ."
    I felt Al's deep inhale. "I gotta say, you ain't so bad yourself, Doll."
    I wanted to put my hand over his bulging brown eyes. 1) The nymph had just inhaled herself. Her waist might be tiny, but her breasts were not. And the deep inhale threatened to push them right out of her dress. 2) I was starting to move beyond irked and into irritated. With a definite smattering of jealousy. I didn't like him calling her Doll and I didn't like him looking at her.
    "Oh. My. God." The nymph placed her hand over her heaving breasts. "You're Bad Ass Al, aren't you?"
    What?
    "Excuse me?" I was ready to toss the little nymphette right out on her hind end. My wand might be in my office, but she wasn't that big. I was pretty sure I could simply carry her out.
    Al nudged my arm. "It's my Twitter handle, Doll."
    Oh.
    I moved back from irritated to irked. Largely due to Al calling me Doll rather than knowing what name Morgan had used to set up Al's Twitter account.
    "Yeah. I'm Bad Ass Al." He puffed out his little chest and lifted his head higher.
    "I love your video!" Sweet Spirits, she sounded like a Marilyn Monroe fan girl. A fan girl who sounded like Marilyn Monroe with the husky breathy voice not a fan girl of Marilyn Monroe. Because clearly, she was Al's biggest fan.
    Excuse me. Bad Ass Al's biggest fan.
    I expected her to clap her hands with joy at any moment.
    "You have such an amazing voice!" She clapped her hands. I kid you not. "You should do your own videos. And your tweets are so funny!"
    Hardy har ugh . And I thought karaoke was bad. This was infinitely worse.
    A potential new client was crushing on my Chihuahua.
    "Glad you like 'em, Doll." Al growled.
    And my Chihuahua was crushing right back.
    I knew I shouldn't get too upset. After all I was the one in a relationship. Okay, fine. I really didn't have a broom to stand on in regards to Al's personal life. But still. I didn't have to like it.
    And I didn't. Not one single bit.
    At the very least, I'd thought Al would choose someone more . . . furry. Definitely not a tiny, sexy nymph with curls that were clearly well-managed by her hair products.
    "Well!" I said brightly.
    And then realized I had nothing to follow it up with.
    I just wanted the sexy nymph to stop gushing, and Al to stop breathing heavily in my hands.
    "I'm Kate." I held out my hand again. "What can I do for you?"
    "Oh." She looked at me as if she'd just