Hell and Hexes by Dunbar Debra & Spells Love

Author:Dunbar, Debra & Spells, Love
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-05-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Sylvie

I ran, barely making it to my office before nine o’clock and thinking the whole way that Eshu was a very bad influence on me.

The other two nights when he’d tucked me to sleep on the couch, he’d been gone by the time I’d awakened in the morning. That had been my fear—that I’d wake to an empty bed, and that after having sex with him throughout the night, he’d vanish, and I’d never see him again. Instead, I slowly came to a drowsy consciousness to find him spooning me, his one leg wrapped around mine, his arm around my waist. I stirred. He stirred. Then we had that lovely half-asleep morning sex that is truly the best way to start the day.

We made cheese omelets in the nude, ate in the nude, then went back to bed for some post-breakfast seduction. I barely had time for a quick shower and had to leave with my hair wet and no makeup on. I was almost late for the nine o’clock appointment I’d set up, and that would have been horribly unprofessional of me.

Breakfast. Drat. I’d promised Bart pastries or something like that. I didn’t have time to race over to the bakery before they arrived, so I decided that would be my excuse to leave them alone to talk together.

Unlocking the door, I got to work putting on a pot of coffee and firing up the kettle. Stanley arrived first, right at nine o’clock. I made him his favorite tea and tried to look busy while he sat and fidgeted, looking over to the door every ten seconds. Finally, I sat down and tried to take his mind off things by discussing a knocking sound my car was making and asking him to troubleshoot the problem.

Fifteen minutes after the hour, I started to worry. Was he not coming? Had Bart knuckled under to the fear that the pack might find out if he disobeyed the exile mandate, deciding his friendship with Stanley wasn’t worth the risk? Had I made things with Stanley worse, getting his hopes up like this only to have him experience the equivalent of being ditched on prom night with his dress on and hair done?

It was twenty after, and I had pretty much sweated through my anti-perspirant and was completely out of small talk when Stanley sat up in his chair, his shoulders straightening and an excited expression flitting across his face. Two minutes later, Bart edged through my door, his eyes darting everywhere as if he expected either a surprise party or Dallas to jump out and bite him.

“Come in. Grab some coffee or some tea and sit down,” I told him. “I was running a bit late today, but once you guys get settled in, I can dash out and grab some pastries.”

“I’m good. Ate a big breakfast,” Bart said as he walked over and poured some coffee into a mug. He didn’t look at Stanley. Stanley didn’t look at him.

Great. We were off to such a wonderful start here.

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