Page 4 of Damian’s Conquest

Damian pointed to her belt. “How about you lose the stake. You’re gonna make a hell of a lot of people in here nervous.”

Buffy rolled her eyes. “It’s made of plastic.” She pulled it out of her belt, gripping it as if she wanted to attack him.

Damian encircled her wrist before she had a chance to do anything else. “Looks pretty realistic to me.”

“You chicken?” She chuckled.

“You have no respect for your elders. That’s where your dad got it wrong. He should have raised you better and paddled your ass occasionally.”

“Daddy would never hurt me.”

She was right about that. John was a total softy when it came to his daughter. “Yeah, ‘cause you and your mom got him wrapped around your little fingers so tightly, it’s a wonder the guy can breathe.”

Buffy winked mischievously. “Let’s check back once you have a daughter, and see whether you can raise her better.”

From behind the bar, Tanja laughed. “I think she’s got you there. Not bad for a human.”

Damian turned to look at Tanja. “She’s lucky that I can’t hurt her, or John would have my hide.”

Buffy threw her arms around his neck and squeezed him. “Admit that you love me like a sister.”

She wasn’t wrong. He was fond of Buffy. “Okay, you wanna play the sister card? Then how about doing your big brother a favor?”

She raised her eyebrows.

“Since you’re officially old enough to be allowed around alcohol, can you work behind the bar tonight?”

“Me? I came to party.”

“Come on, Buffy, be a good girl and help me out. Mick hasn’t shown up, and no matter how good Sam, Andrew, and Tanja are, tonight’s gonna be too busy for three bartenders. I need you.” He gave her his best puppy-dog-eyes look.

She looked at him, then let out a breath. “Fine. But you owe me, bro.”

“Anything you want.” Then he gave her a kiss on the cheek. “You’re the best.”

“Yeah, yeah, where have I heard that before?” Buffy turned on the bar, and Andrew was already there, lifting her off it on the other side. “Thanks, Andrew.”

She would be safe with the three of them, because they knew that her father would stake them without hesitation should they harm Buffy.

Damian turned away from the bar and saw the first people entering the club, hurrying to claim the private seating areas on the elevated level overlooking the dance floor, or the high tables around the perimeter of the dance floor, while others headed straight for the bar to get their drink orders in before it got too busy.

Damian walked toward the door leading to the restrooms and the supply rooms, when his identical twin brother entered. They both froze when they saw each other.

“Are you kidding me?” Damian asked. “You stole my idea.”

Benjamin shook his head. “No, you stole mine.”

Damian chuckled. Benjamin was wearing the exact same outfit that he wore, down to the clasp that held his cape in place. “Guess that’s the trouble with being a twin.”

Benjamin slapped him on the shoulder. “This is gonna be fun! How about we each fuck a hot chick tonight, and then do a switch on them for seconds and see if they spot the difference? You game?”

Damian laughed. “You’re now officially the more debauched of the two of us.”

“Come on,” Benjamin coaxed, grinning. “It’ll be fun. And it’s not like we haven’t fucked the same girls. I mean, it’s not our fault that we have the same taste in women.”

Damian rolled his eyes. “Let’s clarify this. I have a certain taste in women, and you haven’t met a woman yet that you don’t like. So, of course, you’ll fuck anything you can lay your hands on, while I’m a little more selective.”

“Okay then,” Benjamin conceded. “So, let’s find two women you find hot, and then we’ll do the switch after—”