“Okay!” I cut him off as he laughs. “How about this, if you could improve any skill you have, what would it be?”
“I’m a supe, why would I want extra powers? My job’s the best.”
“Not power. Skill. Something you have to work on to hone and improve.”
“That’s a tough question. Let’s see...I guess, I’d like to be able to swim better.”
“You can’t swim?” I ask, shocked.
“I didn’t say that,” he growls. “I’m from the fiery pits of hell. Not much chance to get my water wings wet…I said swim better. I can swim.”
“Sorry,” I hastily add. He’s a bit touchy about it.
“What about you?”
I hesitate. Truth or lie? I could just tell him, but then again, he’s a sex demon. I’d be so embarrassed. I choose to avoid the question.
“I’m really tired and my battery’s gonna die,” I half lie: I am tired, but my battery is fine.
“Okay, sweetheart, I’ll let you dodge for now, but I’ll be coming back to call that one in.” He pauses for a moment then surprises me by saying, “I enjoyed this.”
I realize that I have too so I tell him, smiling softly into the phone even though he can’t see me. We say goodnight and I hang up, no longer angry, frustrated or horny. Well, okay, maybe I’m still horny—the incubus is sexy as hell—but I’m calm enough to drift off into a peaceful sleep with a soft smile on my face.