All were from Kaylee.
She flicked open the chat bar and scrolled up to read the first one.
K: Dude, where are you? There’s a guy here saying he’s opening up for you.
K: Wtf? He has your keys.
K: You never give your keys to anyone. I’m starting to get scared.
K: PICK UP YOUR DAMN PHONE!
K: He said he’s going to make the coffees. Who the hell talks like that? Where did you pick up this guy?
K: Ring ring, bitch!
K: Dude, seriously. Where are you? Do I need to call the police? He said you’ll come in when you wake up, but this whole situation gives me the eeks.
The next message was a bunch of emojis ranging from a censored mouth, to an angry frowny face, to a question mark.
Ignoring the rest of the messages, she clicked the call button. Within seconds, Kaylee answered.
“Oh my fucking god, I thought you were dead,” Kaylee whisper-shouted into her phone. “What the hell is going on?”
“Who is there?” Skylar asked, hopping up to find something to throw on so she could bolt out the door to her precious café.
“What’s he look like?”
It couldn’t be Vorg... unless he waltzed his horned and tailed butt out of her house for humans to see! Probably naked, as she didn’t own a single piece of men’s clothing.I didn’t think about the fact that he’ll never be able to leave my house unless we pretend he’s in costume.
“So you seriously don’t know this guy? What happened last night? I thought you were going on a date with Oliver, and this guy sure doesn’t look like–” Her voice grew quieter even as she shouted, “Hey!”
“Hello, darklight,” Vorg drawled, his voice just as sinful as she remembered it last night as he spoke wicked things in her ear.
For a guy who had been Mr Tentacles without the ability to speak just days ago, he sure had a sexy mouth on him.
Before she could answer, he continued, “I’m doing a spectacular job, but you better come before your friend here claws my eyes out.”
The call abruptly ended, and even when she tried to call back, no one answered.
“I’m going to kill him!” she screeched, causing Skaarvar to spring up onto his pawed feet, suddenly alert and ready to fight.
She booked an Uber and quickly showered and dressed before it arrived. Although it was something she’d usually never do, she skipped her make-up in her haste and donned the first appropriate thing she could quickly slip on: a pair of black jeans and a cute top.
In the back of the car, her hands shook as she put her simple boots on, then read through the messages properly, the five-minute drive endless. As soon as her feet hit the sidewalk, she sprinted to the front door of The Bean Alchemist and shoved it open.
She froze when she saw Kaylee, whose eyes grew large at seeing her, and the man – ahuman-looking man – behind her at the coffee machine. He looked like Vorg, just without all the sexy, devilish bits that had gone with him. Even his skin had shifted to a light tan rather than blue, and his eyes no longer glowed.
He wore a pair of her track pants that were far too small and looked like tights against his thick thighs. He’d squeezed into a red tank top that couldn’t handle the size of his torso in comparison to hers and had slipped up to reveal the sides of his narrow, muscled waist and deep vee hip bones.
Why did men wearing crop tops that showed off their slutty little waists appear so mouthwatering?
“Hey,” he greeted with a grin, waving at her. “See? Everything is fine.”
“Fine?” Kaylee bit out. “You’ve made everything wrong and burned every coffee youhavemade!” She leaned over the counter and reached her hand out beseechingly to Skylar. “You know I can’t make a latte for shit like you. Please tell me what’s going on.”
Vorg had the audacity to pout his bottom lip forward. “It’s my first day.” Then he grinned and winked at Skylar. In the span of that wink, his form wavered, as if he wanted to give her a peek under theglamourhe’d cast over himself.
I didn’t know he could use magic.
