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He really should get out more and interact with people other than my sister. Her happily ever after belief in love is tainting his view of reality.
“It might, depending on what the new thing is. For instance, if I decided I wanted to try being a drug mule for the cartel. But in transit, the balloon filled with rock cocaine I have shoved up my ass bursts, and I overdose, writhing on the floor and biting off my tongue. It could very well kill me.” Samson has paused his movements in pouring my drink to stare at me, one eyebrow raised in disbelief. “That seems a little dramatic.”
Stretching out my right hand across the table, pinky extended, I demand from him the one unbreakable oath. “Pinky promise?” Those soft moss green eyes shoot to mine. “Pinky what?” “Promise.” “Like a five-year-old?” “Are you five?” “No, I’m thirty.” “Then like a thirty-year-old.”
Micaela’s movements halt and she looks up at me, clear confusion written across her too-sweet face. “You want to help me pack up.” “It seems so.” “Well, don’t sound so excited about it.” “Trust me I’m not.”
“I don’t like boba tea,” I state plainly. “Have you ever had a boba tea?” she asks. “No.” “Then how do you know you don’t like it, if you don’t try it?” “I don’t need to try cocaine to know I don’t like it.” “Sure, you do.” “I’m sorry?” I stop dead in my tracks, the sandwich board in one hand, a gallon of milk in the other. “Have you tried cocaine?” “Of course. How else would I know if I liked it or not?” she says,
“I don’t eat that much sugar. Haven’t you ever heard the phrase, ‘my body is a temple’?” “Oh, I’ve heard it. But my body is not a temple. It’s an amusement park. Filled with popcorn, corn dogs, neon lights, and loud music. With creepy clowns and fun houses and roller coasters that make you scream with joy and vomit afterwards.”
“Hello,” says the pink she-devil, staring up at me with false innocence we both know she doesn’t possess. “What do you want?” “Me? Oh, nothing much.” Lies.
“Is that what you tell all the girls? Just spit it out? Seems… messy, and you don’t look like a guy that does… messy.” What in the actual fuck is happening right now? I am turned on, pissed off, and suddenly want to be messy with this woman. Fucking hell.
Can demons possess ferrets? I don’t see why not. They’re a living creature just like a human. Can’t really overpower much more than a mouse or small snake. Not ideal for taking over the world, so not a likely choice for demons.
“I do believe that is the sexiest thing a man has ever said to me.” “Then you’ve never met a real man.”
Henry Bardot is an animal in the sack, a grump on the street, and a softy who assists in aftercare and cuddles. This man never ceases to surprise me.
What I didn’t know was that you went to college. Did you graduate?” “Um…” Shit, I did not think this through before opening my big mouth. “Yes?” “Is that a question or a statement?” “Which one gets me out of answering the question?” “Neither.” “Fine.” I grumble. “I did graduate, and I do have a degree.” “What in?” Oh dear. Ok, here we go. This usually makes people chortle, so maybe, at least I’ll get a smile or a laugh out of him. I clear my throat, but the words still come out mumbled. “Animal Husbandry.”
