Working as a catgirl maid in a café hadn't exactly been among John's plans, but he wasn't complaining. It wasn't like he had anything better to do.

The tips were good, people liked his accent, he'd scored several dates, and he was having a grand ol' time. The demonically possessed owner of the place, the person he'd been sent there to exorcise, was having less of a grand ol' time, hissing and grunting in his restraints, locked up in the break room while John finished the preparations for the exorcism.

Look, he could just close the place down and exorcise the damn thing already, but people needed their lattes, and they needed them served by a man nearing middle age, wearing a frilly dress, cat ears, a cat tail, dolly shoes, and puffy ribbons! It was a very important job. The delay had nothing to do with the fact that John didn't like the owner or the demon and thought they were a pair of w*nkers and a string of other expletives far too offensive to list and therefore could wait all night. Maybe all week. No, it was the lattes.

"What can I get you, love?" he asked a customer, his lips set in a friendly smile. "May I interest you in today's special, the Catamel Meowcchiato?"