Torin heads inside and looks around. “Do they have erotic books here too?”
“Go see if you can find any,” I say, hoping that’ll keep him busy. Then Ms. Percy, the woman I work under, notices us. She’spart succubus, so even in her eighties, she looks like she’s in her thirties. Since they age slower than humans, she’s considered middle-aged.
Her eyes fixate right on Torin, but let’s be honest, whose don’t? “Well, hello. You can call me Ms. Percy. Are you here to… check out a book or check out something else?”
“Hello, I am Torin,” he replies in English.
“I have not seen a person as handsome as you around before,” she says with a smile, and I question how much he’s picking up from her English because I sure don’t plan on translating their sexcapades.
“Hey, God of Love, there’s a woman right there who will merrily help you with that love part.I think she’s tried ‘loving’ every person in this building, no matter their gender.As long as you’re quiet and don’t make noise in her library, she will take you to heaven and back.”
“She will do anything I ask?” he questions, making me a bit concerned about what he’s planning on asking for, but then I decide that I don’t care and wave him off. Maybe he’ll get off my back now.
I head over to my desk and sit down.
Instead of looking at the computer, Kit is watching Torin, who is busy talking to Ms. Percy. The woman has a target in her sights and she’s not prepared to let him go.
“Why are you staring at them?” I ask Kit. “I can’t work if you’re just staring at them.”
Kit glances at me before looking back at them.
“No, you’re wrong;Idon’t want to stare at them. I’m not that nosy.” Kit generally knows where to look without me ever having to say anything. It’s like the connection between us has her looking at what I desire before I even acknowledge it, which is what makes it so easy for me to work with her.
Other than right now.
Instead, I’m left watching them hurry off out of Kit’s sight.
Well… out of whatshould beKit’s sight, but she jumps off my shoulder and trots after them.
“Kit, get back here,” I hiss as I realize that the source of my eyesight is off being a nosy little shit. And no, she’s not being nosy because I want her to. It’s… for some other reason.
I hear someone walk up while my familiar is off stalking the god with a big dick, and I’m afraid I’m about to see just how big it is.
“Can you find me this book?” a young woman’s voice asks, and from the question, I have to assume she’s showing me the title on her phone or possibly a piece of paper. “It says the book is here, but I can’t seem to find it.”
“I would love to. Give me one second,” I say, since I can’t currently see the computer and all Icansee is about seven inches off the ground from the point of view of a menace who is stalking after the god and succubus. “Kit! Kit, get back here. Ha, sorry, my familiar is being… troublesome.”
“Oh! Is that the cute little catlike thing I see here sometimes?” she asks.
“That would be her.”
“She stole my cookie once, but I couldn’t be mad because she was so cute.”
“I’m so sorry,” I say, now horrified that my familiar is off being a thief on top of being stubborn. I know that she has a knack for knowing what Iwantto look at. But I really feel like she’s wrong thinking that I want to look at the god’s dick. Surely my thoughts are more dignified than that.
And now I’m stuck sitting at a computer, supposedly helping a woman who I cannot see, while knowing absolutely nothing about what I should do.
The silence between us is now reaching awkward levels. If I clack around on the keyboard and just toss her off to a randomlocation, will she notice? Will I have time to hide before she returns with a “You’re very much wrong, it’s not there”?
“Do… do you need me to come back?” she asks, probably feeling like the awkwardness is unbearable at this point.
“Sorry, my computer isn’t working; I was hoping Ms. Percy would be back shortly. She gets feisty when I borrow her computer.”
“Oh! Of course, I’ll come back when I see her.”
“Thank you,” I say, breathing a sigh of relief as I decide that I need to get away from the computer before someone else stops me. I make it as far as standing up before I hear someone getting near me.
“Riley!” the old man shouts, and I realize that I’ve just run into the absolute worst type of person I could ever run into: a retired older man with absolutely nothing but time on his hands.
