A Spot of Bother (Poppy Blue Paranormal Fantasy Book 4) by Magenta Wilde

Author:Magenta Wilde [Wilde, Magenta]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wilde Magenta Publications
Published: 2019-11-28T22:00:00+00:00

While I was upstairs helping Marie make gravy, Roger came back upstairs, followed by Wyatt and Brittany. Wyatt’s expression was sour, and Marie asked what was wrong.

“Nothing,” he murmured.

“He lost another game to me,” Brittany sang out, pumping her fists in the air.

“Ah,” Marie replied, her eyes sparkling. “Score one for the ladies, I suppose.”

Brittany made her way to the kitchen island and picked up a stuffed olive, popping it in her mouth. Her too-blue eyes lasered onto me as she looked me up and down. “Your hair is really red."

“That’s what they tell me.” I suspected she didn’t like the hue, and probably considered blonde hair the ultimate in feminine attractiveness.

“Doesn’t it take, like, a ton of work to get it that way?”

“Not so much anymore,” I replied. “I go to the salon every month and refresh the color, and use special shampoos at home.”

“Have you ever been blonde?”

“I was born it,” I said, “and my natural color is kind of a dark blonde.”

“It seems you’d go with that, if it wouldn’t take much work to lighten,” Brittany said, gnawing on another olive.

I shrugged. “I’ve always played with hair color.”

“What other colors have you been?” Wyatt asked.

“Varying shades of red. Pink. Magenta. Auburn. I also went white-blonde for a while, and brunette.”

“I didn’t know you’d been all those colors,” Roger said. “Do you have pictures?”

“I do, at home.”

“I want to see,” Roger said.

“Sure,” I replied, “but I’m loyal to this red now. I stopped experimenting years ago when I converted to mono-chromaticism.”

“Is that a thing?” Brittany asked.

“For me, yes.”

Brittany shrugged and headed to the bar cart, filling a tumbler with scotch and pouring in Diet Coke. I risked a glance to Marie and saw the disapproval on her face.

Roger leaned in and whispered in my ear. “I’m a happy follower of your mono-chromaticism, so long as I can be the only true believer.”

“You want a monogamous mono-chromaticist, then, I gather?” I teased.

“Most definitely. And I’m willing to return the favor.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” I said, admiring his broad shoulders as he sat down at a stool flanking the kitchen island.

“So, I see Brittany has helped herself. What about the rest of you,” Marie said.

“I’m happy to stick with wine,” I said. My statement was rewarded with a topping off of more Riesling.

“I’ll have a beer,” Wyatt said. He turned to Roger. “You gonna break down and have one today?”

Roger shook his head.

“Why isn’t he having any?” Brittany asked.

“I’m in recovery,” Roger offered. “Haven’t had a drop in five years.”

“I’ll bring you a Coke if you like,” I offered as I followed Marie into the kitchen.

“That’d be great.”

“In a glass,” I said, smirking at Marie.

“Good,” she said. “You’re learning.”

When Brittany sat on the sofa in the adjoining sitting room, Marie turned to me, her voice low and her eyes narrowed. “Isn’t she awful?”

I shrugged. “Eh, she’s okay. Not my favorite person, but she’s clearly young.”

“There’s young and then there’s that case of arrested development,” Marie said, pointing in the direction of the blonde.

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