“You traitorous beast!” Yelled Stella softly after Tesla who had launched himself at the door, slipped between her legs and tail at full mast dashed off.<br/><br/>With a groan Stella closed the door behind her, and slumped against it, eyes screwed shut in frustration.<br/><br/>‘<i>Seriously</i>,’ chided the angel, ‘<i>you can’t avoid him forever.’<br/>
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‘Hey Wings,’ </i>chirped in the Devil,’<i>what was that again about a cook off?’</i><br/><br/>The angel preened, crossed her ankles prettily and pretending to inspect her nails replied with the dulcet accent of a Georgia peach ‘<i>they do say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.’</i><br/><br/>Stella ignored them and pulled out her phone.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">Hello Anton, no doubt by now you’re under siege. Let me know if he’s a bother and I’ll come get him. if not and you did cave under his persistence, just kick him out later when you want your peace. He will follow the cues of his stomach back upstairs later since his heart clearly doesn’t beat with mine. Lol</span><br/><br/>She shot off the text and headed to her bedroom. Leggings and a thin sweater later she emerged and headed to a kitchen. She found that her appetite had been capricious since the incident and looked thoughtfully at her refrigerator. Cooking? No way.<br/><br/>Special K it is. At least this one has strawberries.