…He sat on Tessa's bed and put his head in his hands. Uncertain of what to do, Tessa sat beside him and put her hand on his shoulder. His skin was warm and smooth, like heated satin.

"You don't feel like a monster," she murmured.

He looked up at her. "Closets normally aren't my gig. I told you—"

"Fairy dust and rainbows. I know." Tessa slid her fingers from his shoulder down his bare arm to rest them on his wrist. "That doesn't sound so bad."

"No?" The man got to his feet and stood in front of her, gesturing at his gorgeous body. "Do I look like I should be flitting around from flower to flower, sprinkling glitter on rosebuds?"

She let herself admire his luscious build for a moment before she answered. "No, but you don't look like you should be lurking in closets either."

"It's supposed to be a part-time job," he explained, like that somehow would make better sense. "Just a foot in the right department. You wouldn't believe how hard it is to get hired without experience."

She thought of her own corporate struggle. "Not much call for closet monsters any more?" He sat down beside her again, his body warmth like a fire against her side. His eyes glowed brighter with excitement. "There's plenty of work for closet monsters. I'm in training to be an incubus."

Tessa burst out laughing. "You're kidding me."

The man shook his head. "No, really. The hours are great, the pay is excellent, and the benefits are amazing."

Tessa peeked down at his strong thighs. "I bet."

His gaze followed hers. "But you have to complete a very intensive training program first. So far, I've managed to get to the closet monster level."

Tessa cleared her throat. "Ummm…"

"Magnus."

"Magnus. And what, exactly, do you need to do to finish the training?"