Hot Rio Nights

Excerpt:
“You want to what?” Starla Gibson blinked at the devastatingly gorgeous man across the small table, completely surprised at his statement. Did he just dare me to try that stuff? The bottle in front of him was midsized, surely small enough to fit in the pocket of a suit jacket, shaped like a teardrop, and filled with some clear liquid with what looked like herbs floating in it. The man behind it, well he was a work of art. Smoldering black eyes, caramel skin, short black hair, full sexy lips complete with small silver hoop through the right side of the bottom lip, and a body she would sell her soul to get next to, if she wasn’t already a demon. Derrek Ramirez had it all, and apparently he wanted to give it to her.
The evening started innocently enough, Starla, or Gibson as most of the people who knew her called her, had ended up at Carnivale in Rio de Janeiro after a very random shadow walk to find something to do. As a Noble Caligo and one once betrothed to one of the princes of her race, Gibson was very in control of her powers over the element of shadow. Caligo demons were masters of the darkness, and used it to their advantage for spying, travel and even seduction, and when they went on a Shadow Walk, they just traveled to where the dark took them. It was a crapshoot as to where they would end up in their wanderings, but as Gibson was a very bored woman, she didn’t care where she ended up.
Carnivale was a perfect place to let her hair down, and she did, stepping out of the shadows on the side of a building just off the center of town, into the throng and wonderment of the festival.
She was very pretty, a tall brunette with a choppy bob, bright hazel eyes, her skin the color of coffee with too much milk, pert nose and sensual lips. Her legs long and graceful, like the dancer she was in her human life. She was a true Shadow beauty of the Afterverse and she knew it, clothing herself in things that only heightened her natural beauty, and tonight was no exception. The swing skirt she wore was short and sapphire, the wedge sandals matching the peasants blouse in a prefect amethyst color. She had a thing for jeweled tones.
Derrek had found her about an hour into her wanderings around the festival, sitting on the veranda they were now on, drinking a large bay breeze and watching the revelers. She had a mask someone had handed her on her travels and he regarded it and her as he sat across from her, uninvited.
He was nummy, the kinda distraction she was looking for on a hot, tropical night and she flirted and put herself out. Their conversation went from light to completely candid and suggestive in less then ten minutes. When the chat meandered into the realm of sordid, Gibson perked up.
“So,” he said, as he leaned in. “What’s a beautiful girl like you doing at Carnivale all alone?”
“Looking for some fun, the same as anyone here Derrek. Why, you got something of interest going on?”
“Depends on what you’re into, though I think this is right up your alley.” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the small bottle, setting it on the table before her. “How adventurous are you Starla?”
She had looked at the bottle and smirked. “Oh I think I’m as fun as the next gal. What is that?”
He evaded her question and asked one of his own. “What would it take for me to take you home and get you to be my good little slave for the night?”
She laughed. Being a very dominant woman she was not into playing pet to anyone, well except maybe her ex, the master vamp, but after his little jaunt into the sun one morning after a particularly amazing evening of sex, when she was told to stay put like the good little submissive she was and watched her lover go up like a sparkler, she wasn’t one to play the game again. She shook her head. “I don’t play games like that Derrek.”
“Well this little bottle here says you do.”
“And what the hell is in that bottle? Submissive potion?”
“In a matter of speaking, yes. It’s a local potion, and when used it will grant the user complete and total submission of their lover.”