Music: BUZZ || Halestorm

My date handed the drinks menu to the spectral waiter. "A bottle of Kah Anejo with the usual accompaniments," he said; his voice fervid like an anacreontic song.

A breath - caught somewhere between my stomach and my throat - burned. I had held on to it for so long that I felt ready to combust. Although this delectable piece-of-ass told me his name was "Nick" - note: a helluva lot of them used that name - I didn't know who this monster was, but goddamn he was hot!

He turned his nacreous eyes towards me. I was hypnotised by the glimmer within - the unspoken promise they held. "And what may I order for you?" he asked me.

My mouth opened, and a pathetic squeak tumbled out.

He smiled, causing my heart to behave like the creature from 'Alien'; battering me from inside, threatening to burst out over the table which separated us. He looked back at the waiter. "Bring her a Cupid's Kiss," he said, the twitch of his lips betraying the gentle irony of the order. The waiter vanished - literally.

#Awkward. What the hell was I thinking when I put my profile up on the dating site I'd created for supernaturals? This bordello of a town was indeed home to a myriad of creepies, ghouls and demons. There was a smattering of us humans around too, most of whom thought we were the primary denizens - but I knew different! Hence the reason I set up the site. I considered it a means to prevent any 'nasty shocks' in the boudoir, should dates get that far.

But this magnificent specimen sitting in front of me, I had no clue who he was - I just knew he was oozing supernatural charm with his devilish good looks and sensual voice. He was new on the block and the site.

"Why me?" I asked.

He grinned but waited a moment as the ethereal waiter returned with our order. He thanked him then opened the skull-shaped bottle of tequila, pouring a small measure into the glass. "You intrigue me," he replied.

Whoopee fuckin' doo, I thought. I'm 'interesting'.

He took a slug of his drink. Then I watched, open-mouthed, as he took a lime wedge, dipped it in the little bowl of salt and sucked. At this point, I had no legs to speak of, and my core was a steaming fucking ocean.

"You have catered for my minions," he said, his tongue lapping the lime juice from his lips. "Your site ensures they find pleasure in all the - 'right places'."

"Your... minions?" Was I to understand him correctly? Was I with the Big Daddy of them all?

His form flickered, just a beat, and I saw him in all his infernal glory; the Dark Lord.

"Yes," he replied, as if in answer to my unspoken question. His fingers curled around the stem of my cocktail glass and he slid the Cupid's Kiss toward me. "Now it's your turn."