“Why are you crowding me?” he asks.
I glance over at where one of my ass cheeks has to be hanging off the edge because the smaller man has consumed three-quarters of the bed for himself. As a god, I’ve never been treated in such a way. I’ve had people contort themselves into strange configurations to make sure I am at my most comfortable, but not this man.
“Which part of this is my fault?” I ask as Kit finally opens her eyes before she stretches and shows off her mighty fangs while she yawns. Then she looks down at me, pulling in the tragedy of it all: this god suffering.
Riley seems to take note of the fact that I’m the one being sacrificed and then proceeds tocrawlover my body, like knee on my chest, no care at all for my dignity, as he gets out of the bed like he doesn’t even care that I’m rather horny on this fine morning.
I growl a bit, which causes him to throw a look over his shoulder at me, via Kit.
“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had sex? I’m offering you a delightful experience!” I declare.
“What, like twelve hours?”
“Twelve hours? I haven’t left your ass since I got here!” I whine before abruptly sitting up. “What if I watch you jerk off?”
He slams the bathroom door, and I realize that I’ve been placed with the most sex-repressed man in existence. Most beauties I come across drop their clothes the instant I even arch an eyebrow at them. I never even have toask; I just look and am granted whatever I want.
When he eventually comes out looking as half-asleep as he went in, I hurry over to him.
“Your happy face in the morning just annoys me,” Riley complains before he puts a hand on my face and pushes me away from him, shattering all of my plans to finally seduce this man. “Happy people make me miserable.”
I ignore all of that, already used to his displays in the morning. “I was thinking that we could have a pizza-burrito-pancake for breakfast.”
“What about cereal?”
“I’ve named it pizzritocake.”
“You’re far too happy for seven in the morning.It sickens me.What about cookies? That sounds like a balanced breakfast,” he says as he pulls out a package and hands me four cookies. I nibble one and quickly determine that this could be crumbled on top of the pizzritocake.
“These are good.Very good.”
“I’m starting to believe you just like everything I feed you.”
“Not that lemon. That shit was toxic. I thought for sure you were poisoning me.”
“It was poison, but you foiled my plan,” Riley says.
“You said someone would know where the Door I opened is. Can we see them?”
“Yeah, I only work until noon today, so we can go after that and talk to him.”
When we reach the department where Riley used to work, I can tell he’s already on edge. While he seems to prefer to pretend like he’s done with it and tired of it all, I know he’s not. Even so, he plasters a smile on his face and hurries inside, greeting people who all seem eager to see him and stop him for small talk.
The door to the room Riley is heading for is closed, so he pushes it open and pauses when a man with a hole in his head greets him.
“Good morning, or… is it afternoon now? Look at the time, it’s already a quarter after twelve! Time sure flies when you’re having fun!” the man says in English that I’ve done a pretty decent job of learning over the past few days. I should have learned it in just two days, but I was a bit rusty.
“Uh… is Mickey here?”
The man gives Riley two thumbs up as I question why Riley isn’t at all concerned that the man appears to be missing part of his ear as well.
“He sure is!”
I’m pleased that my language skills have me following the conversation, but my comprehension skills still seem to be lacking because I have no idea what is happening here or why no one is concerned about the man’s well-being.
We step in and look over to where there’s a body on a metal table and a person staring down at it. The body on the table goes, “I know it was that bitch Miranda that killed me. I know it was her. I knew she was bad news the moment I met her, but her tits… her ass… that woman knew just how to con me. And it felt so good.”
“If I have to hear you mention her tits one more time, I’m going to murder you myself,” the man growls before he waves his hand and the person on the table seems to immediately die… again.
