She toys with the hem of her skirt while looking anywhere but at me. “Which means one of you guys are going to need to come with me to work tomorrow night. I’ll go to Dorian’s in the morning and work for a while, then take a nap in a back room or something. We’ll figure it out.”
I nod in agreement as we head inside and grab an extra blanket for the couch while she makes dinner. It’s incredibly domestic, and oddly enough, that’s even more strange than stumbling into the fae world. That was magical and unbelievable, something I can pretend was a dream, but this feels unsettlingly real and not at all what I’m used to.
Someone in my space, making casual conversation while settling into a routine? It’s worse, because I don’t completely hate it. And if there’s nothing you enjoy, it can’t be taken from you. That bartender was right.
Lord help you if she finds you.
Chapter 7
Dorian
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“Idon’t think I’veever had this many sales in a day,” I laugh.
Lucien threw a little bitch fit, insisting she couldn’t wear the work uniform from yesterday here because of ‘all the perverted nerds’, but she just tossed back that he was the one that picked it out and bought it. So if there was something wrong with it, it was his own fault, because she was dressed in officially approved business attire, as per one Lucien Avrell.
I don’t think Luce even sees how charmed he is by her. For being resentful of her being our supernatural custodian, he certainly is concerned with taking care of her.
Cambria is in the middle of unloading a shipment of manga onto the shelves and I’m definitely not the only one in here that thinks it’s better than TV. She bends over once more, but when some guy tries to blatantly look up her skirt, I toss him out on his ass.
Thereisa limit, after all, even if I’m toeing the line pretty hard. The only thing that makes me not feel like a complete creep is that I think she’s enjoying the attention. She adds an extra sway to her hips and when she stretches up on her toes to try and reach a high shelf, bats her eyes over her shoulder until someone scrambles to help.
Mostly, I’m surprised with how quickly word spread that there was a hot chick working today. The joys of modern technology.
Between ringing people up and tossing out a few that overstay their welcome, I study her. Not just imagine her wrapped around my cock as I fuck her senseless, though I do plenty of that, but I study her to try and understand who she is and what exactly she’s capable of.
There are millions of stories about the fae, but what’s reality and what‘s fiction is still up for debate. Not only that, but we know next to nothing about this girl that saved our lives.
When it hits lunchtime, I close the shop temporarily so we can go grab something before she needs to sleep this afternoon. I wait until we have our food and are back in the store so that we won’t be accidentally overheard before asking the theory I’ve been contemplating all morning.
“Do you feed off of attention?”
She pauses mid bite and completely freezes. I quickly realize how that could be interpreted wrong, so I hasten to re-word it. “I mean, we know you can only go so long without having to return home to recharge, for lack of a better word. But while you’re here, does having humans fawn over you help? Sort of like a succubus with sexual energy, but a fae with adoration?”
I stuff my sandwich in my mouth before I can say anything else that might offend her. I don’t want her thinking it’s a bad thing in the slightest, because it’s not. She can do whatever and whoever she wants. I just want to understand because one, I’m curious as hell, and two, the more we understand about her the more we can make sure she’s getting what she needs. Just like she’s now responsible for us, I feel compelled to take care of her too.
