“Oh …” Sally swooned, thankfully snapping my brain right off that smutty little tangent. “That’s just the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. Well, I’d best leave you to it. You’ll keep him out of trouble, won’t you, Jemma?”

I nodded, biting my lip provocatively as I gazed up at him with what I hoped was an expression of love so sickly it would turn his stomach.

Instead, his lips parted. His pupils dilated.

The door closed behind Sally. I blinked, cursing myself for being the one to break that staring competition.

“Okay, Sally’s gone,” Ellie said, and I turned to her to find all trace of the sadness from earlier wiped from her face. “Spill the tea, Jemma!”

Faith put her brush down and folded her arms over her chest. “Yeah, why have we never heard about Simeon?”

Harper continued to dab details onto her angel, but she added in a thoughtful voice, “I’ve been praying for someone who would take care of Jemma.”

I eyed ‘Simeon’, who was biting back a grin. “Girls, I haven’t seen Sa—Simeon in a while, so we need to have a … private conversation. Keep painting.”

And I grabbed Satan Junior by his elbow and steered him to the far corner of the room. He followed, chuckling softly.

What a jerk!

“Alright,” I hissed as I rounded on him. I put one hand on each side of his waist, squeezing, pulling him closer. From the girls’ perspective, it would look like I was making up for lost time. But I caught his wince as my nails dug into his skin.

“Be straight with me. Is this an official FiendPay visit? And if it is, I want details of what you expect from⁠—”

“Cease your peeping for one moment, please, Mouse!” Satan Junior muttered, stepping closer. My mouth snapped shut. But if my eyes could have shot out knives and sliced through him, they would have.

“That’s better,” he whispered, his own hands circling my waist. They were so large that his fingers almost touched.

I sucked in a breath.

“This is an official FiendPay visit. And because I’m a magnanimous Prince of Hell …”

I rolled my eyes.

He huffed out a laugh. “… I’m going to take it easy on you for this first task. All you have to do is get through the remainder of this session, without losing your temper with me, without ordering me to leave, and without dropping the façade that we are lovers. If you can do that, consider yourself a quarter of the way to repaying your soul.”

I could have laughed. This seemed far too easy. Not at all the torture I was expecting. “So, I just have to fake date a monster for an hour?” I clarified.

His brow furrowed. “What do you mean by ‘fake date’?”