Could I?
But seriously, the risk of things going wrong and then being stuck with a very grumpy, very hot dragon who doesn’t want to fuck me. That would really suck.
What would go wrong though?
We’re already living together and that’s not going to change no matter what. He helped out with Oscar. He gave me a rose and said I was the quintessence of lovable…
My heart hammers in my chest as Renee sets a pretty, stained-glass lamp into the cart.
What if what goes wrong is me? What if I just can’t? What if I stop wanting to fuck around and he gets mad that I don’t want to have sex, just like Jeremy? Then he’s trapped in the hoard with a coldfish. And I’ll get resentful, of him and me, and it’ll just be a mess. A miserable mess.
“Hellooo,” Renee says, waving a star projector into my eyes.
I blink and shield my face. “What?”
“What are you doing in there?”
“Thinking, ever heard of it?” I snipe, and then immediately wish I could reel the words back in.
She grins overwide. “I knew you were starting to like me.”
“I’m sorry, that was—”
“Funny,” she says, cutting me off. “So shut that apology right up. You can take the broomstick out of your butt every once in a while, Cait, I promise it’ll be okay.”
I scoff. “Broomstick?”
“Yeah, big one, too.”
She plops the projector into the cart and steers us forward.
I wince. “I’m not really that uptight…am I?”
She turns around, putting her hands over mine. “I get it. You put all your money into this business and youneedto make it work. But you’ve got a hot, magical being living with you who demanded you continue masturbating so he could masturbate to the sound of it and you’re being really close-minded about the possibilities.
“You said he didn’t hurt all the other women, and he hasn’t done anything that would be a red flag—”
“Other than breaking that trash guy’s wrist,” I blurt out.
Her eyebrows shoot up. “He what now?”
“I totally forgot but when I first got in the men who came to take away a bunch of the garbage, one of them was flirting with me. Hegot kinda pushy, and Iwasa little scared. Anyway the guy reached out to touch me, and Bastian grabbed his wrist andsnappedit.”
Renee seesaws her head. “On a normal day I’d say that’s kinda red-flaggy, but he’s adra-gon. I think he probably showed restraint. And in any case, he didn’t hurtyou. It doesn’t seem like he would resort to violence with you over a slight, or if you told him to fuck off for a night, or even if you told him to fuck off forever.”
“I don’t want to tell him to fuck off forever…” I mumble.
She smiles. “So then, pull the broom out of your butt, and go have sex with your feral, handsome, magic dragon.”
She pulls the cart along, dropping in another lamp that’s base is a rearing, silver unicorn.
Could I do it?
We do another lap of the ornamental rows as my brain whirls on the possibilities and the probabilities. If Idon’thave sex with Bastian, I’ll be passing up a very real fantasy come to life. And this is my second life fantasy, isn’t it?
“Okay,” I say as we get to the checkout. “I’m going to do it.”
Renee smirks. “Oh, do what?”
