Blind Her With Bliss by Nina Pierce

here.”
     

    “Fuck you, Elvis. You make it sound like I laid Julie out on the couch and recorded everything on purpose.”
     

    “Didn’t you?” she asked at the same time as Elvis.
     

    Damon stared at her. “Of course I didn’t. Julie, you’ve got to believe me. Whatever you’ve heard about Demon Jones, well, I figured you’d realized by now, that’s just not me. I had every intention of coming back here and destroying evidence of our…” His hand waved at the couch again, but words failed him and she wondered how he would define their night together. He didn’t try. “Anyway, we’ve taped over the digital copy, so no harm no foul. And you have the DVD.”
     

    Heat flashed in Julie’s cheeks, and she tried to push away thoughts of Elvis watching her and Damon as he transferred the digital image to the disk she now held in her hand. She turned to Elvis. “I assume this is the only copy?” Eyes narrowed, she glared at him.
     

    Elvis simply nodded, but there was no apology in the action. What he did in this office was despicable, and his relationship with Jason—confusing.
     

    She turned back to Damon, but he didn’t cower under her hard gaze either. She really needed to work on her angry face. “Anyway, at this moment, Damon, I’m finding you just as culpable.”
     

    “Julie, I don’t know how many ways I can apologize and make you believe I wasn’t thinking about the consequences of making love to you on that couch. Elvis makes it sound like I do this sort of thing all the time.”
     

    She quirked an eyebrow.  

    Damon sighed. “Seriously, even Demon isn’t that despicable. Despite Elvis’ offers, I’ve never taped an evening with a woman.” Damon turned to Elvis. “Tell her.”
     

    “Yeah, whatever you want me to say, Damon. Business is business. I make no apologies to anyone. The camera was there. How the hell do I know what you intended?”
     

    “Fuck you.” He turned back to Julie. “It’s done. I didn’t intend to video tape last night, but there it is. I’m sorry.” Damon leaned in close and whispered. “But trust me when I say, I have every intention of trying to make it up to you.” Snatching the DVD from her, he flashed a dimpled smile. “But now that we have this, I think I’d rather not destroy the evidence of our evening together. I think I’d like to watch this with you and see if we can improve our performance.”
     

    The man was incorrigible. She wanted to hold onto her anger, but with his breath feathering over her cheek, Damon was making that difficult. Besides, the thought of watching the two of them together sent heat straight down her core. “You’re not off the hook, mister,” she whispered. “When we get someplace private—”
     

    “Isn’t that sweet.” Elvis stalked back to his desk. “But I suspect Ms. Tilling that you didn’t join Damon simply to complete a search and destroy mission. Now that it’s out in the open about the tape you found, I suspect you have some questions for me.”
     

    Damon lifted his shirt and tucked the DVD in the waistband of his jeans before straightening and crossing his arms over his chest. “I have a couple. Let’s start with you explaining why the hell were you trying to make Julie think it was me on the tape?”
     

    “Hey, how would I know my frat brother wasn’t sleeping with my lover?” Elvis asked.
     

    “Cut me some slack.” Damon said. “Agreeing to a fraternity tattoo and having sex with a guy aren’t even on the same planet. You know damn well I never worked over a guy at any of those fuck-fests we had in college. Or vice versa.”
     

    Elvis shrugged. “There’s always a first time. Something happened to Jase . I guess I’m grabbing at straws.”
     

    “Okay, enough male posturing,” Julie said. “We get it, Damon. Heterosexual all the way. You da man.” Julie patted his inflated chest. She didn’t want to confess that his admission that he’d never been with