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from her seat provided her with a full view, including the door. She ordered a White Russian and observed the crowd. It comprised of an eclectic bunch. A handsome couple cuddled in a corner. Two guys chatted each other up at the end of the bar. A few people swayed to the music on the dance floor. Angel noticed she was being checked out as she surveyed the crowd.
    The bartender placed her drink on a napkin in front of her. His dark brown complexion and strong jaw line complemented his soft hazel eyes. A tight white tank showed off his muscular build.
    “Hallo, lovely. Haven’t seen you ‘round before?” His slight English accent made him even hotter.
    “Never been to this side of the island before.” Angel skimmed her finger around the rim of her glass.
    “We don’t usually get your kind in her often. Who told you about this place?”
    “What do you mean ‘my kind’?” Her glass hit the bar with a loud clang.
    “Human.”
    “What?” Her confusion generated a chuckle from the tall, dark-haired man behind the bar.
    “I guess no one told you about this club. Are you meeting someone? If not, you might want to find another place to party.”
    She surveyed the room before answering. “I’m meeting someone. I just don’t know who.” Nervousness made the hair stand on Angel’s arms.
    The bartender’s words faded into the calypso beat of the music. Across the club, a beautiful specimen of a man, even more beautiful than the male models from her past, stood paying the bouncer. His dark olive skin glowed under the pulsating lights. His black hair fell back in curls surrounding his face. He towered a good six inches taller than the bouncer, who must’ve been at least six feet. The blue T-shirt stretched tight across his massive chest and sturdy shoulders. The hint of a six-pack teased through the thin cotton. Piercing green eyes, the shade of emeralds, searched the room and assessed the surroundings. She caught his attention and he rewarded her with a toothy grin.
    He crossed the room with long languid strides. Mr. Tall-Dark-And-Do-Me straddled the seat next to her and ordered a Grey Goose on the rocks. Once the bartender brought his drink, her new friend turned and soaked in every inch of her. Adjusting herself on the stool, she shifted her position to provide him maximum advantage.
    “You must be Mademoiselle Dias, no?” He hovered close enough to inhale the scent of her soap.
    “I am. And who might you be?” Her heart raced in her chest. In this moment, it was lust, not fear driving her.
    “Excuse my manners. Jacque Toussant. I was asked to meet you here.” He dipped his head in a slight bow and met her gaze.
    Playing with the diamond necklace dangling between her breasts, she leaned into him. “Nice to meet you, Jacque.” A strand of her wavy hair fell into her face. She smiled at him and brushed it back into place. She followed his line of sight as he traced the line of her neck and landed on the generous swells testing the elasticity of her red dress, which clung like saran wrap. This dress never failed to catch a man’s attention.
    “I hope you haven’t had any trouble while you waited.” He brought his gaze back to her face.
    “No. I was having a conversation with this nice gentleman until you arrived.” Angel tipped her head toward the bartender.
    Jacque glared at him, prompting him to scurry to the other end of the bar.
    “I see my uncle didn’t tell you about the club. I’m surprised the bartender was the only friend you made. This is a Supe bar. I’m sure the Vamps got a good whiff of you by now.”
    “You mean all these people aren’t people? ” Angel’s question was more to herself than him. “I hope you don’t mind me asking. What are you?”
    “You already know I’m Lucifer’s nephew. I’m a Mutura Demon, a shifter. I’m a commander for the Legions of Hades or Hell, whatever you humans call it.”
    Angel scanned the room. “How much more shit is out there I don’t know