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"So, what's this about me overpowering?"
Dimitris sighed. "Are you going to get off my lap?"
"Does it bother you?"
"No."
"Then?"
"I’d rather be sitting comfortably when your bodyguard is done with his video call while we're stuck in stupid traffic then deal with him being a jealous fool for the remainder of the ride."
"Jealous, you say?" I smiled at the idea. "I think not. Viktor doesn't see me that way."
"Right," Dimitris muttered. "Off."
He literally pushed me off.
"Ah!" He caught me at the last second, my body only inches from the floor of the thankfully spacious ride. "Why did you catch me?"
"If I bruised you up now, I'd hear an earful from your stalker and admirer."
"Onyx and Neo?" I translated. "They wouldn't speak much."
"That's the problem," Dimitris concluded as he helped me sit back in my seat next to him. "Earful would be a single word from both of them before I'd somehow find myself alive and six feet under within a wooden coffin."
"They wouldn't," I safely stated, but slowly side-glanced over to Dimitris, who was actually serious. "Don't tell me that's happened before. I know Onyx is on the crazy jealous side, but he's not that bad."
"Neo would gladly do it."
Guess that confirms it's happened before.
"I guess it would be a pain getting you out of that grave," I concluded and finally got back into my seat. Reaching for a spare V-neck tee, I slid it on and easily gathered my long locks to tie up in a ponytail.
When I finished, I realized Dimitris was eyeing me the entire time, but his eyes were hard to read. "What?"
"I question if you have bewitching powers," he muttered.
"I mean, I could," I offered. "But I don't have the energy to leave every man and woman in a trance over my body. Surely there are succubi in this world that can do that naturally."
"There are," he admitted. "Though they're rare and expensive."
"Why do I feel like you've met and paid for one's services?"
"I have," he admitted with a shrug. "How else would I get that bitch of a psycho out of my life?"
"Are you referring to Elizabitch?"
His eyes locked onto mine once more as I was sure he was questioning the nickname.
"Yes."
"Can I ask something?"
"Might as well," he replied. "Not like we're moving much."
He did have a point. I hadn't been focusing on my surroundings at all -which was pretty unlike me, but maybe I felt really safe in his company -but it looked like Viktor was taking an alternate route rather than the highway. But that only invited double the commute thanks to the night rush from those dropping off club-goers.
"Elizabitch was once a man, wasn't she?”
