“Did you ever reclaim the apartment?” I whispered.
“I did and then gave it to Alice. Bunny stayed for a bit as well. It’s empty now.”
“Shall we test the bed?” I murmured with a wink.
“No.”
Magic shocked me, and I pulled away. “Sorry, I misunderstood.” I rose, and Magic yanked me down into his lap.
“No, you didn’t. I don’t want to go upstairs, Jody, until I know you’re mine. My right hand and cock are very well acquainted. Make no mistake, woman, I want you, but I won’t be a quick fuck or an itch to rub. Lost you once, Jody, through my own foolishness, won’t lose you again. This time, I’m going to burn myself into you,” Magic promised.
I stared up into Magic’s eyes and saw the truth of his words. Magic meant every single one. And somehow that aroused me even more. Damn him for his restraint!
Magic
“Magic, there’s been someone hanging around. I reviewed the cameras, and dude’s been here a few times. Lurks outside but doesn’t come in,” Stan, the night cook, said.
“Wanna show me?”
“Yeah, I froze frame on him.”
I followed Stan to my office and checked the security screen. Even when I zoomed in, I didn’t recognise the guy. But something set my senses tingling. “Druggie. Looks like a meth addict,” I stated, and Stan nodded.
“That’s my thinking. Something’s wrong with that one, Magic, his clothes, the way he’s twitching, he’s bad news,” Stan confirmed.
I printed a picture off and handed it to Stan. “Slap that on the staff notice board. I want everyone to be warned. Ain’t got a clue why a tweaker is hanging around, but keep an eye out.”
“Will do,” Stan agreed and headed out. I stared at the monitor again. Why the fuck was a drug addict coming here? Everyone understood I didn’t allow drugs in the bar. What was going on?
Jody
“You have to be kidding?” I declared as I opened the front door. “What the hell do you want?”
“We need to talk,” my mother replied as I glared.
“Nope, ain’t got shit to say to you.”
“Jody, stop being a brat. It’s been seventeen years, and you’re still a bitch!”
“And that’s a surefire way to ensure you’ll never cross my threshold. Go away,” I responded, already annoyed by her presence. Whatever dear old Mom wanted, it wasn’t for my benefit.
“This is important, Jody. Let me in,” Mom snapped.
As I was in the process of slamming the door in her face, a shriek stopped me. “Aunt Jody, there’s a spider in the bathroom!” Jesper shouted.
I sighed. The kid didn’t flinch at handling a flamethrower but wailed at an eight-legged arachnid.
“Call Oskar,” I called back.
“Aunt Jody! It’s running at me,” Jesper yelled with more than a hint of panic. I knew what was next. Jesper would use something precious as a weapon.
“Jesper, I’m coming,” I replied and raced towards the downstairs cloakroom. I yanked the door open as Jesper picked up a very fragile and expensive bottle of liquid soap. Quickly,I snatched it and shrieked at the size of the arachnid scuttling toward me.
“Oskar!”
“Aunt Jody?”
“Spider! Big fuckin’ spider!”
