Vivi Andrews - Naughty Karma

The shop door crashed open and slammed against the far wall, shuddering on its hinges. Prometheus caught it with a mental hand when it would have ricocheted off the wall to retaliate against the woman whod struck it. He froze the door in place before it could wreak vengeance on that prettylividface. Cracks probably spidered through the frosted glass from the force of her entry, but he didnt bother to take his eyes off the woman on his threshold long enough to check.

Karma Cox. Owner and benevolent dictator of Karmic Consultants, paranormal problem solvers. A magical Mussolini in heels.

She was here.

You bastard.

And she was pissed.

Fully aware it would only enrage her more, Prometheus smiled with undisguised anticipation. Do I have your attention now, sweetheart? Yes?

A few weeks ago, hed been convinced hed irreparably fucked up his chancesthe drunken demon summoning might have been taking their little feud a smidge too farbut this morning hed woken up with a feeling. An eerie, storm-brewing, category five hurricane about-to-hit feeling.

Prometheus didnt run from storms. He was the crazy bastard standing in the middle of the tempest, daring the universe to do its worst. And Karma was one hell of a hurricane.

She was regal, statuesque for a woman with a healthy dose of Asian genes in her family tree, but it wasnt her height that made her commanding. Delicious power pulsed off her, all the more forceful for her anger. Prometheus could taste her barely bridled strength on the air between themthe rich, seductive decadence of dark liquid chocolate with the spicy slap of a cayenne kick.

Every jet-black hair was in place, but there was still something wild and unhinged about her, despite the flawless manicure and the meticulous perfection of her makeup. A hunter-green sheath hugged her from collarbone to knees, exquisitely sexy in spite of the lack of plunging cleavage or thigh revealing slits. All dressed up

How was the wedding?

That snapped her out of her rage-filled silence. Tawny skin flushed vivid scarlet. How was the wedding? she repeated, each word gaining intensity until he could physically feel them striking his skin. You ass. She stalked into the heart of his shop, the rap of her heels sharp on the hardwood floor. I was willing to overlook the medallions youd sold all over town, causing all manner of magical havoc.

Overlook? If no one was causing supernatural problems, you wouldnt have any to solve. Im the best thing thats ever happened to your business. I should get a commission.

She didnt appear to hear him. Her smoky, sex-kitten voice rasped over his words, gaining volume. I chose not to respond to the pranks around Samhain and Beltane, and I ignored what I suspect was a curse of some variety designed to prevent me from being able to keep a receptionist for longer than a week.

I lifted that curse weeks ago. Immediately after hed semi-accidentally summoned a demon to harass her. It seemed the least he could do.

She went on as if he hadnt spoken, though her hands clenched, rewarding him for the comment. I refused to sink to your level, decided not to engage, but this? Siccing a demon on my brothers wedding. A demon.

You have an exorcist on staff.

You sent a demon to stop my brothers wedding! she shrieked in an admirable impression of a banshee.

It was a minor demon. And it wasnt tasked with stopping the wedding. Just disrupting it a little.

A little? You almost killed my wedding planner!

Are you always this concerned with things that almost happen? I almost rescue orphans from burning buildings on a regular basis. Then I remember I dont particularly give a shit about orphans.

You want things that actually happened? He actually possessed the wedding planners car and crashed it. He stalked her for three weeks. He kidnapped her!

Whats a little kidnapping among friends?

We are not friends. Youre She broke off, reduced to sputtering her rage.

Dashing? Magnetic? Unscrupulous?

If she could have lit him on fire with her eyes, he would have been a smoldering pile of ash. There are no words vile enough to describe you.

You realize all of this could have been avoided if youd let me hire you in the first place.

My people dont work for ethical black holes.

Ethics. He flicked his fingers dismissively. Rules we make for ourselves are easily changed, bent or broken. Survival of the fittest is the truest law. Unbreakable.

Im not going to debate morality with you.

What are you going to do? Punish me? He smiled wolfishly. That could be fun. I have been a bad, bad boy.

She glared at him, sparks all but shooting from her eyes, hands on hips, her anger radiating a fierce heat. Shed missed her calling as a dominatrix. Give that woman a whip.

Youve gone too far this time, she hissed. You wanted war? Well, youd better brace your ass because war is exactly what youre going to get.

Bring it on. Prometheus barely stopped himself from issuing the challenge. It was hard to remember when looking into her fiery brown eyes that going toe-to-toe with Karma wasnt his end game. Step One had been to make it so the ice queen couldnt ignore himmission accomplished there.

Step Two might be trickier. Cooperation had never been his strong suit, but he needed hers. As it happens, I dont want war. I want your help.

Youve done an excellent job of making sure I couldnt care less what you want.

Not even if it comes with a truce? No more pranks, no more curses. Ill be on my best behavior. For all thats worth. Helping me is a small price to pay for peace of mind.

No. She pivoted toward the open door, revealing the plunge of the backless dress. He lost his smile. She was bare to the small of her back, the soft curve of her spine vulnerable, exposed, lickable, but Prometheus had more pressing concerns than the itch to tease every inch of her silky skin.

He reached out a mental hand and slammed the door shut. We arent done here. Power thrummed in his voice. Life or death had always sounded foolishly dramatic, but when it was his death, that changed things substantially. He didnt bother playing nicenot that he ever did.

Karma spun back to him, eyes widening as the lights in the shop flickered in reaction to the energy surge coming off his body. Excuse me?

I was willing to play by your rules, do things your way, but you turned me down. Now youre on my turf and you will hear me out.

Do you really think threatening me will help your case?

This isnt threatening. When Im threatening you, youll know. Though she had a point. He took a slow breath, trying to dial down the current of power coursing through him. It was always easier to let it out than it was to get it back in the box.

Her mouth fell open. When? When youre threatening me? My God, Prometheus. Is that supposed to make me want to help you?

You dont need to call me a god. Thats a different Prometheus.

You really dont get it, do you? You cant bully me into helping you. Especially not after youve spent the last year doing everything you can to piss me off.

It wasnt the last year. Ive really only been focused on aggravating you for the last six months. Everything before that was just a coincidence.

Ah! She shouted in frustration, spinning toward the exit. Her heels slammed the hardwood in counterpoint to her anger. She jerked hard on the handle, but Prometheus easily