Incubus Among Us #3 (Demon Romance)

Monday. The day the working masses dread. The day that begins the long march to the next weekend. Office slaves went to their cubicles and desks and pounded away at their keyboards in return for a paycheck. That nightmare was now my dream.
I woke up on that Monday morning with a regret-hangover from the previous evening. My unintentional liaison with David was at the forefront of my thoughts as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. My doll protection was gone, the time was Monday morning, and I was slowly changing into a man-attracted succubus. I frowned and stood.
“Come on, Liz," I whispered to myself. “You just have to get through one day of work, and then you can go back to that crazy witch doctor and get that guarantee taken care of." I pounded a fist into my other hand and stiffened my upper lip. “You can do this! You just need to focus and-" My eyes fell on the time. I had twenty minutes until work, and it took fifteen minutes to drive there. “Crap!"
I raced through the motions, skipped a few minor details such as breakfast, and rushed out the door. Twenty minutes later found myself huffing and puffing out of the elevator and onto my floor. I leaned one hand against the wall and gasped for breath.
“What happened to you?" a voice spoke up. I looked up and saw Ann walk toward me.
“Don’t. . .ask," I huffed.
She took my lunch and escorted me to my cubicle. “Rough weekend?" she guessed.
“That’s. . .an understatement," I replied. We reached the cubicle, and I plopped into my chair. “You could say I had some guy trouble."
“You mean you’ve been trying to find a guy for the winter party?" she asked me.
I leaned forward on my desk and set my chin on my arms. “I don’t think I want to talk about guys right now."
Ann leaned against the entrance to my lair-er, cubicle. “Don’t say that. I might have found a solution to your date problem."
I raised an eyebrow. “And what’s that?"
She gave me a sheepish grin. “A guy?" she squeaked
I raised my head and glared at her. “The last thing I need is a guy," I argued.
“Oh, come on, Liz! A guy is just what you need, and this one’s looking for somebody just like you!"
My eyebrow raised even higher. “Just like me?"
“Just like you," she insisted. She paused and tapped her chin. “At least, that was the impression I was getting from him. Someone a little shy but with a lot of secret spunk, and really pretty."
“And he’s probably as ugly as a dog," I commented.
She shook her head. “No, he’s actually really cute. Well, almost gorgeous. Frank and I-Frank’s my boyfriend-we met him at a club the other night and we really hit it off. He didn’t have a date and said he was looking for a long-term relationship. So what do you say?"
I slumped over my desk and clapped my hands over my ears. “I say no."
“Oh, come on, Liz. I know it’s a little sudden, but we could have a double date. Would that make you more comfortable?" she offered.
“No," I snapped.
Something caught Ann’s eye, and she glanced to her right. A frown slipped onto her lips. “Lenin’s coming. You just think about it and get back to me later. Frank and I were going to go out this weekend, so we could double up the dinner date then if you want."
I sighed and waved her off. “I’ll think about it, now hurry before he fires us both."
“Later, Liz."
“Later," I grumbled.
I sat straight and turned on my computer just as Leader Lenin arrived at my abode away from home. His eyes swept over the scene, and my friend was retreating. He tapped on his fashionable, expensive watch. “It’s fifteen minutes past eight and you’re just turning on your computer?" he scolded me.
“Yes, sir. Ann and I were discussing printers again," I told him.
He scowled and folded his arms across his chest. “I know you’ve been wasting company time talking. I can’t prove it, but if I catch you two again, I’m writing both of you up. Understand?"
“Loud and clear, sir," I replied.
“Good, now get to work." He marched off to harass my comrades.
“Why can’t somebody embalm you and stick you in a box?" I muttered to myself as I got to work.
The hectic beginning to the day slowed down, and for the first time, I noticed something was amiss. Not with the day, though there were always more zombies on Monday than on any other day, but with me. Well, not technically, not with me, but with the guys around me.
It all started when Johnny came around with a stack of papers for me to work my way through. He knocked on the entrance as was his calling card.
“Good morning, Liz," he greeted me.
I spun around in my chair and smiled at him. “Morning, Johnny. What have you got for me today?" I asked him.
He picked up a stack of documents and folders from his cart and set them on the end of my desk. “Mr. Lennon said this was for you."
I frowned and pulled my chair closer to the stack. Piles and piles of work. It would take all day. “Lucky me," I muttered.
I froze when I felt a nose brush against the top of my head. I whipped my head back, and Johnny started away from me. His cheeks were red, and his hands fidgeted against his waist. I tilted my head to one side and lifted an eyebrow. “Did you. . .did you just sniff my hair?" I asked him.
“Um, well, I-I just thought that-well, that you smelled different," he stuttered.
My heart skipped a beat on the sidewalk in panic. “Different how?"
He looked at the ground and shrugged. “I don’t know, just-well, different. Kind of sweet-smelling and-" He blushed and mumbled something.
“And what, Johnny?" I persisted.
“And-um, and I have to be getting along or Mr. Lennon is going to be mad at me," he commented. He slipped from my cubicle and rushed down the hall with his cart.