Page 106 of Demons Dig Donuts

“You’ve quite the nose.” Mr. Heiss chuckled.

Indy opened his eyes to find Mr. Heiss standing by the bed with an iced coffee in his hand. Indy smiled, and it wasn’t only because of the caffeinated goodness coming his way. “Oh my God, you beautiful thing.”

Mr. Heiss rolled his eyes. “You’re talking to the coffee, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but I love that suit. Very cute. Take it off.”

Mr. Heiss held the coffee up as if he was going to dump it.

“Hey, hey, let’s not get crazy.” Indy sat up to retrieve the coffee, smirking as he very purposefully looked over Mr. Heiss’s current dark gray suit and lavender tie combo. “You look great. Love that whole outfit on you and not on the floor. Serving businessman ready to buy lots of oil or something. Can I have my coffee now please?”

“I don’t recall saying it was for you.”

Indy narrowed his eyes. “I have a super powerful undead leshy and a fire woman. I will hurt you.”

Mr. Heiss smirked as he dutifully handed the coffee over.

“Smart man.”

“Demon.”

“Whatever.” Indy grinned, eagerly taking the cup so he could get a big slurp. “Mm. Yum.”

“Time to get dressed.”

“What wonderful adventures are we going on today?” Indy sipped loudly. “More kidnapping? More monster armies we can play with?”

“A few simple appointments and then a visit to a distribution center.”

“Distribution for what exactly?”

“Drugs.”

“Plan to elaborate on that?” Indy slid out of bed to approach the magical closet to access his clothing. “Or do I get to guess?”

“You can certainly try.”

“Stamina pills? You know, for that extra mmph. Oh! Is it the extending ones? Extendz or whatever they’re called? Oh, oh. Got it. The little blue kind?”

“How are you always this ridiculous so early?”

“I woke up hornier than usual. Really, it’s your fault. Mrow.”

Mr. Heiss sighed.

Indy chose a black lace camisole, a blue plaid skirt, black thigh-high stockings, and black platform boots. He accessorized with studded belts crisscrossing his hips, a leather collar, and a pair of onyx hangers carved into the shape of ankhs. He could feel Mr. Heiss staring at him, especially when he bent over to adjust his stockings, and he smiled innocently. “Is there a problem?”

“No.” Mr. Heiss snapped his fingers.

A black hoodie with a thick fuzzy collar appeared on Indy, zipped up all the way, and he groaned. “I swear to fuck if this is you slut shaming me—”

“You’re going to need it.”

“Huh?”

“Breakfast. Then we’ll go.”

Breakfast was—what else?—donuts. Indy stuck to his coffee, but he did get a kick out of how Mr. Heiss picked through the usual platter until he selected a chocolate donut with chocolate sprinkles. Indy was curious about the pastry obsession, especially since he hadn’t actually seen Mr. Heiss eat anything else.